Lost Creek Hollow Meet n' Greet

Ilya

The fae was unsure of what to do or where to go or how to begin pack life, and she preferred not to cling to the alpha. For one, it'd probably be annoying, and two it'd probably seem weak. She spent the night on her own and when she woke in the morning she immediately sought out the rest of the pack. She wasn't sure if she would approach someone, or if someone would approach her, but she had spent all morning putting together scenarios and conversations that she might have with others. 

It wasn't hard to find the packs 'camp', or at least where most of the wolves would spend their time. Mordecai had left her nearby and even if she couldn't remember how to get back, the scents were thick. She made her way in the general direction and when she arrived she sat down, nibbling at some gumballs stuck in her long black fur. She had a habit of cleaning it, it grew so quickly and was so long it was easy for it to get tangled and matted, and she hated that. She didn't lick it, obviously, that was something cats did, but she secretly wished there was some body of water for her to go to and wash out any knots. Her coat was clean and glossy right now though, and the only appearance issue was her malnourished frame which was already becoming healthier as she ate an actual meal the previous day.

Patiently, she waited for someone to walk into or through camp so she could greet them.