Silvertip Mountain This is the damage after the storm

Zhavvi had been accepted in the pack but that didn't mean she felt part of it. Not just yet. She couldn't speak their tongue or even ask for help. She was still alone and in charge of healing her wound on her neck. She was right that being on her own would calm down the evil spirit inside of her. Zhav didn't need to hide form her father, she could do as she liked and there were a few things she liked to do, or well needed to do. The storm was something she wasn't prepared for. Normally the Daughter of Rakharo wasn't scared. She was the warrior princess, but being all alone, nothing, stripped of her titles, meant that she was allowed to be scared, Zhavvi decided. The storm was luckily far away, but the slender girl had nowhere to find shelter.

The mountain, it was something that their wolves would burry their dead. Would there be burials here too? Zhavvi decided that she couldn't go too far up the mountain, plus she didn't trust the forest. Not really, there were weird creatures that lived there. Bigger and meaner than she was. She ran into one in the other forest. Often she slept under the open sky with her pack, but now she didn't have anyone to curl against. While the storm raged the forest was even scarier and creepier than it was on a normal day. Still the girl decided that she could take shelter on the edge of the forest. Luckily her stomach was full. For the duration of the storm she was curled up between the thick roots of a tree. Only when she heard the howl of her new Khal she unlocked from her frozen curled up state.

She was a bit stiff when she started to walk towards he howl. Zhavvi turned her walk into a brisk trot, responding to the call. When she spotted him Zhavvi felt a bit more secure and automatically walked closer. Her tail and head low as she was quick to sit down next to the Khal. Her fur was drenched and she was slightly shivering.