Silvertip Mountain The Big Beginning

It was clear to the female that her thoughts were distracting her. It wasn't long until her carefully paced steps began to slow. Soon, she was stopped completely. She was simply standing, staring at a broken twig on the ground between her front paws. She didn't know why she was like this. For the past few months, even when thinking about the Canadian pack, her mental state remained its usual constant. But now... things were changing. Was it because she had now found herself in yet another pack? That was most likely the cause. When she was on her own, she was free. No one to worry about. No one to defend. She was disconnected from the events of the past. But now... now it was different.

She didn't know how long it would take for her to fully regain her control. She hoped it would be quick. Now was not the time to be off her game. In a new land, with new wolves, she had to be on top of it all. Things were not was she was used to. There could be new predators around, watching, stalking. If she wasn't on her game and prepared, she would not be able to last. Her thoughts were running rampant like this, not stopping until a young voice called out. She blinked rapidly and lifted her gaze to meet the eyes of another wolf. He was probably just older than she was.

"Hello." She gave the male a curt nod, her greeting simple. She had a feeling, though, that she would not be able to keep her chopped speech habit up for long, though. There was something in the wolf's eyes that gave her just the right feeling. "Yes. I just arrived today." She was not concerned with how he would take her short sentences. He would either take it as her being unfriendly and leave, or he could get defensive, or and endless other of possibilities. But no matter. She would deal with his reactions as they came. Though it seemed harsh, at this point in time, his feelings being hurt was not a concern to her. She would be herself, and that was that.