walkaway joe

Hellooo~

Juniper catches wind of the pack borders long before her paws carry her into danger, but she does not hesitate in turning towards the unmistakable scent and finishing off her step with a soft tipp sound as her pads sink into the rain-damp dirt. Her ears swivel forward as she regards the woods around her with a bit of trepidation; they smell of wolves, but also of a queer sweetness that she can't seem to place. It bothers her that she doesn't know the source, and her disturbance is doubled with just how unfamiliar the wolves living within are. She can't merely walk up and ask; that would be a massive breach of etiquette.

But something deep down tells her she can't keep wandering forever, especially with the chill of winter beginning to creep further down from the mountain heights each night. Her stomach rumbles loudly as if to highlight the point her mind is trying to make: your soul-searching is less important than food, idiot, and good luck fending for yourself when the snows set in. She cringes and looks back the way she came, considering, for half a second, turning around and returning to the loving arms of her family. But she doesn't.

She turns to face the woodland fully now and trots closer, and closer; until the smell is nearly overwhelming, and the red-flags are shooting up like fireworks in her brain. Her limbs tremble as she roots herself to the spot and throws a howl into the sky, announcing her presence to the pack within and praying to the Gods they find her worthy of their time.