Northstar Vale transfixed

The little sparrow shifted closer to the borders, apprehension upon her delicate features as she considered what it was she was about to do. Striking out on her own from home had seemed a good decision at the time, but now, as Arrow realized what she was about to do — as in talk to strangers so that she could live with them, she felt the bubble of anxiety in the form of a raw throat, and the rolling of her stomach.

She didn't even know where one began on such things — her own birth pack had been small in all manners, for they had remained more tucked away than some of their neighbors.. but the few that had joined their ranks that she had witnessed had usually just stumbled upon them and needed a home. It felt like such a monumental decision.

Of course, the lissome girl was drawn to the serenity of the lands before her — it was a stark contrast to the mountain that surrounded them, and finally, mustering every ounce of courage she might possess, the she-wolf tipped her muzzle up, beckoning the wolves of the vale before her to talk to her — she wanted to see what they were like, and if they were open to new members. When her gentle call settled, the pale girl lowered herself considerably, her muzzle sweeping low, and her posture completely unassuming.

This was the hardest thing she had ever done.. like, ever.