Hushed Willows Ghostly Shadow

Gwen walked miserably through the Sunspire Mountains, trudging along without much enthusiasm. It wasn't that she didn't care, or wasn't interested, she was just nervous. On edge. She hadn't come into contact with another pack (Though she'd met a few lone wolves along the way) for at least 5 months. She had no idea what to expect from the pack she was travelling to, whether they'd even accept her was a troubling thought. 

It can't be that bad, surely. Pull yourself together. She murmered to herself in her head. She'd done that a lot recently. She must be getting lonely. Or perhaps she was going mad.

She finally reached the border and hesitated. Was she really going to do this? Of course, It'll be just like before..... Gwen let out a howl, hoping to bring any wolves from the pack to her. She didn't really know what to say though... maybe they'd just ask questions? Either way, she was going to have to talk fairly openly to them. It would be good to have someone to trust again, though.