Nantale had been exploring her new found “home” – wandering aimlessly between the neutral territories, finding out all about the who and what that inhabited these lands. After all, she’d need the information at one point or another, simply for survival purposes, and, if nothing else, for some fun and pleasure. The ebony warrior was no stranger to moving into new lands – she had been doing it her whole life, traveling around, crashing the parties everywhere she could think of. This place was no different – as several packs sought cover here, she, too, would need to know them. And today, that’s exactly what she did.
Except it appeared as though a thundering storm would cancel her plans. The rain poured down from the heavens above, giving its ever wonderful life bringing juices to mother Earth, insuring that all would continue to grow and blossom as intended. The middle aged she-wolf wasn’t too particularly fond of the rain, but she remained rather ambivalent to its current presence. She walked briskly as the clouds began to roll away, a drizzle still left in its wake, but the darker, more dangerous clouds were safely to the east. In the distance, a soft crack of thunder echoed loudly through the wilds, and her ears flickered in response, but she still refused to acknowledge the storm.
Soon, however, in the distance the ebony wraith noticed a forest. It wasn’t too far away, perhaps a couple hundred meters. Picking up her pace to a slow trot, as her leg limped awkwardly behind her, she decided that seeking shelter within a forest was, at least, an okay plan. But she was halted in her movements as another wolf came into her view – a tawny, cream colored wolf looking upward at the sky, as if staring blankly to the heavens would provide some kind of thought provoking answers. Nantale knew better, for the answers anybody needed were never above. Generally, she thought, they were always answered from below.
Clearing her throat as her gait slowed considerably, she kept a safe, comfortable distance between herself and the stranger. Never one for a missed opportunity of chaos, she intended to make the most of her first encounter with a native of the land.