luck and pluck

While it felt like she had been working steadily on all that needed done for so long now, she couldn't fully mark the real beginning of all this until she reached the shoreline. She'd informed her wolves, searched for her lost, and delved just barely into the wide reaches of scouting territories -- but there were still loose ends here and there, despite her efforts. All in all, productive enough, yet so much weighed on what she would be met with once she reached the beach. It had been weighing on her mind whether or not Charon's wolves had been receptive to his idea or not.. which led her to question if they would accept her, too. Her group, what little of it she had mustered, seemed wary but willing to see it out -- which was the best she could ask for, really. She knew she would have their loyalty, as she had for so long, but there was still much to settle before they were fully one.

Over the powerful scent of the sea, the marks of the borderlands rose to meet her to signal her arrival at her destination. She promptly slowed down then tipped her snout back, howling for @Charon. Beneath the morning light she lingered quietly in wait.