Redhawk Caldera we climbed up to the top in worn out shoes

It had been long since Sasha's departure with her good friend, Mordur. The two had went their own ways, leaving Sasha alone to her choices. She could either remain a lone wolf, or be accomapanied by others. The latter was much more appealing, so the viking decided to find a far away place to reside. She had walked for quite some time and was ready to rest. 

However, a strong scent caught the she-wolf's attention, and she decided to follow it. Sasha neared what she assumed to be the border, the pungent scent almost overwhelming now. The wooly female decided waiting was best and sent out a howl of her presence. Sasha had the intention to join whatever pack was here, though she knew nothing of them.