Hideaway Strath chandeliers and caviar, the war can’t touch us here

she was alone, once more. the others had scattered like wind, leaving her with the slightest taste of community, one she could simply not forget. it had been her goal to erase the longing from her mind, and go on as she always had. but when she found the borders that evening, the dying sun barely piercing through the thick blanket of cloud cover that overshadowed all, she could not bring herself to leave them. the woman moved parallel to them for a time, debating, occasionally drifting closer or farther. it was quite suddenly she whirled to face the interior of the pack, a howl tearing from her throat to drift into the evening. 

summoning completed, the woman paced, then stood still, squaring her shoulders and waiting for someone to present themselves. she had not formally joined a pack in this manner before, instead amassing around her small groups that stuck together for a few weeks at a time, of joined other such small groups. and established pack was something she had avoided, in the past. and yet, something had drawn her here today.