The Sentinels on the pacific

My second stab at earning a rank at Donnelaith! <3

Lucani Cygnus was a dud catch. She had a mysterious illness, and it had a negative and seemingly permanent affect on her stamina and her mobility. This meant she was no longer the warrior she used to be, and could not hunt anything that required her to run hard. She couldn't exert herself, and any trek across a territory was a long trek indeed. And so Lucani had little to offer a traditional pack: which was why she set out to join an untraditional one. Many days after her travels had begun, she entered a great swathe of the region that captured her heart. This land was far away from past pains, and lay by the sea — something she'd wanted to catch sight of her entire life. Now that there was a small possibility she might live next to it, her heart almost ached with how wonderful that would be.

But she remained realistic. Dud catch. She vowed to be honest with these wolves about her condition, but she would not go light on the advantages of having her around either. She was a dedicated and competent healer with a great many remedies to her name. She was intelligent, mature, civilised — oh, and perhaps most importantly, her illness was non-contagious. So while she didn't get her hopes up, nor did she let them plummet. Lucani sat a short distance from the borders of the magnificent sequoia forest she had her eye on, and assumed a submissive position. She didn't have the strength to howl, so would simply have to wait patiently.

Despite her illness, Lucani did not look so bad today. She had rested up the day before in preparation for this, ensured a good diet of fish kept flesh on her bones, and had groomed herself carefully. She looked neat, handsome, and tall despite her lowered posture. With her yellow eyes reflecting the early evening sun, she awaited her future.