Horizon Ridge ~Singing softly to the empty night~

Some time ago, she had exceeded the furthest boundries of the home she once knew. There were grasses and gentle warm breezes here, it was so very different the the constant cold of ice and snow. Hunting was easy enough, atleast in the small game she could take by herself. She should be grateful that she had stumbled into such a place.

She was not.

She could not stop thinking of those who she had loved, birthed, and bred. Their voices still echoed in her ears, lost to time and lost to life. She missed her pack who had sought her out in times of sorrow. She always had the right and gentle expression that they needed to hear.

Who was there now, to bring comfort to herself?

She was a heavy female, but not unfit. She gave the impression of a bitch who carried cubs, though in truth - she had delivered her cubs three weeks prior. Curious, it seemed - that none now traveled with her. Her body ached from travel and her teets were engorged with milk as in her sorrow she had not begun to dry up.

She hesitated at the boundary of this new place. The scent of another clearly laying claim. She debated on leaving, not yet ready to seek the comfort of another's pack so soon after loosing her own. She shifted her weight, her tail resting calmly behind her. Her posture neither dominate nor excessively submissive.

Something in the moment caused her to linger. She was a wolf and by nature she instinctively sought the support and connections of her kindred. She wanted to reach other, to forge friendships and perhaps be of the same comfort and aid to others as she had once been to her own.

So, after a moment of indecision - she tilted her head back. Her pink tongue snaked over the deadly ivories that lay hidden behind her now parted maw...and she sang.

A call requesting permission to enter these lands, and if found suitable - to join them.