Request to Join the Pack

Saena had finally found a comfortable position to lie in when a foreign howl rose over the trees of the maplewood. Of course, she thought somewhat acidly as she lifted herself off the ground. Of course it's the minute I get comfy. Well, duty called and Saena was homebound thanks to her injuries, and therefore available to answer it.

She hobbled through the woods at a slow pace, taking much longer than she would've liked to reach the borders. A bit of sniffing and border-tracing eventually led her to the lone arctic wolf. It was a female, older than Saena by the smell of her, with fur as pale as the alpha female's own and cobalt blue eyes. There was nothing else noteworthy about her except the faint line of an old scar on the woman's cheek. It surely had a story to tell, but the alpha wasn't interested in a lone wolf's tale.

What she was interested in was, "who's calling? Why're you on my borders?" She internally winced at how harsh she came off, but Saena couldn't help but to be a little grumpy. Her wounds still hurt like hell and even though she pitched her ears forward and lifted her head to state her position, she had no tail to lift. She felt incomplete without it, and that just made her even grumpier. Surprisingly, it had very little to do with Fire Wolf and a lot more to do with Saena's current situation, something that probably didn't come across well to the stranger.