Joining Thread

Sky took a breath of fresh spring air, reveling in the slight cold of the morning. She took a few seconds to enjoy the sun, which has decided to momentarily peek out from the clouds, and then continued on her way into this new territory as it once again disappeared behind the thick cloud layer.

Sky knew quite well that she was walking on eggshells, going into this territory without permission. But she was a wolf, and wolves were pack animals. She knew she could not survive for much longer without a family unit. Her ears went back against her head in sorrow as she thought of her original pack - the one she had grown up with. This last winter had been harsh, and, in the end, her pack had split, with not enough food in their territory to accommodate all of them.

She shook her head. It did no good to think back on this now. She had to keep moving forward. She didn't care what position she took in the new pack, as long as they agreed to have her. With a determined air, she continued onward, ignoring the anxiety that was building up in her gut. She had once been the mediator of her pack, after all, dissipating arguments and harsh emotions, so getting into the alpha's good graces shouldn't be that hard.