Moonspear Untamed Heart

It hadn't taken long for Pyx's hazel eyes to land upon the Mountains of this land. In her birth pack the Mountains had been distant borders, so far away they seemed to be myths, things from the tales her mother had spun for them as pups. On her travels she had encounter many Mountains but she had mostly avoided them. There was something ominous in peaks you couldn't see the top of, something dark about land that protested it's place and reached for the clouds. Yet, when she saw the Moonspear and the Sunspear reaching for the sky there was something different. She had meant to seek out packs within the forests, looking for something familiar to her birthplace.

As she explored and searched, keeping well away from any boundaries, her eyes kept trailing to the two Mountains. She didn't know their names at this time, of course, but there was something about them that drew her. They were beautiful, yes, against a starry night or a sunny sky...you could not deny their majesty. Even when clouds gathered and obscured some of their height she did not feel the same suspicion she'd had.

Slowly, she began to travel towards the Mountains, wondering if packs even lived near them. If she had wanted to be metaphorical she could say that the Mountains were like herself, she had been discontent with her place and had moved, traveled, reached for something different. Perhaps it had just been her fear of being alone in new places that had put shadows on the other mountains. Once she was closer, she realized there was indeed a pack living in the shadows of these geographical monsters...on the very backs of them in fact. She lingered distantly from the borders, thinking and considering, observing the pack without going close enough as to cause alarm. The distance caused her to see little outside of patrols or to hear the occasional call but it gave her a sense of the lands.

Once or twice she approached the scent markers of the borders to read the messages left there. She found nothing that seemed off putting. Without meeting with the wolves of the pack though, she had done all she could to learn. She had passed many a hostile pack on her way to this land and the wolves within these borders did not seem unreasonable or aggressive from the small amount she had seen them. She knew the smell of blood and death that accompanied a tyrant, had been chased by rather unkindly sorts. She was sure she had been noticed at some point, and if she chose to stay much longer would likely be sought out. However she had been careful with her distance and hoped the pack wolves had noted that. Whatever the case, she knew she had overstayed her welcome lurking near their lands. A decision must be made, she need either join or leave.

She was nervous as she approached the border, her heart thundering in her chest. She'd never had to join a pack before, having only belonged to that of her birthpack. She knew the customs of her homeland...but would they be the same here? She left a few body lengths between her and the borderline in case she misjudged the pack and needed to run. She raised her red maw to the sky and sang her song, calling for someone within the pack to meet with her. She managed to keep the tremor from her song with sheer willpower, but her anxious excitement still swirled within her chest. Her call was polite and calm, she was willing to wait for them. She shifted on her paws, disliking announcing herself. She'd spent many months being quiet and speaking only occasionally to fellow travelers, announcing her position to the world was a jarring thing after so long. She inhaled deeply, holding the breath for a moment and releasing it in a controlled fashion. She was ready.