Redhawk Caldera An only child of the universe

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a trio of royal pups. Well, actually, there was no royalty in their blood whatsoever, but the pack leader had every intention of abducting them and raising them as her own, which was close enough. Before that could happen, the pups were whisked away by their mother to find their father, who happened to be very dead, and they eventually settled into a routine along the coast not far from the Wilds. One day, the trio of pups was discovered by a bear while out hunting, and they scattered to three of the four winds in hopes of escaping. Wylla, as it turned out, had ended up very far inland and spent the next half-year trying to get back to the coast.

She was a damned good solo hunter by now, but still hadn't found the coast, and there was ice on the wind that told her she was running out of time at a rapid pace. Fine hunter or no, she wasn't equipped to live on her own in the harshest of seasons. The prey was easier to catch for a pack, but much harder for a wolf on their own. Wylla, stubborn though she was, knew this in her heart.

So she decided to petition the very first pack she found, whose borders she happened to be standing at presently. She stood there for a time, peering up at the strange flat top of the mountain with a quirked brow, before planting her skinny buttocks and tossing up a yip-yip of a howl for someone to come find her and graciously accept her with open arms. That was obviously what was going to happen.

Hoping to nab the spot that'll open up if Ben becomes a PPC, and if he doesn't, totally cool being turned away (or turned away period if she cops attitude)!