Bearclaw Valley not lightly do the leaves of Lothlórien fall {J}

with askance glance to the sky and the treacherously blue sky with no hints of clouds, Hestia shrugged her shoulders in no small amount of stiffness. she'd not long ago had a run-in with a fearsome beast... whose bark had been worse than it's bite. suffice to say, she'd run into a tree and the bruising below her fur and yet to calm down at all. it was a downright pain but she'd shrugged off worse before, so it wasn't like she had secure grounds on which to complain.

her nose perked up as she saw a white shape moving up the seemingly treacherous boulder path and she lowered her head a little towards the ground, in no way ready to have to deal with an alpha female who could be hostile. the red-eyed fae stopped a few paces from her, her words humming on her lips and there seemed to be nothing... circumspect about the way the alpha was perusing her, just a slight air of friendly curiousity.

"well met, white one. I'll cut to the chase I guess- I'm looking for a place to tie my loyalties to. I've not been in a pack for a long time but I look forward to it, if you'll have me."