Dragoncrest Cliffs Why wait.

After the goshawk departed and Theia finished her meal, the looming figure did not return. While still apprehensive, she wasn't keen on risking her life again, especially now that she not only had something to fill her stomach but the prospect of a pack. So she trotted westward, anxious but excited knots twisting in her gut. Suddenly, the scent of a pack border wafted into her nose, and it almost startled her after travelling for so long. Theia approached the border and sat before it before releasing a long, desperate howl.

As she waited, anxious thoughts swirled within her mind. What if the same thing happened as last time? No, she wouldn't let that happen. She'd learned her lesson—she had to swallow her pride, as painful as that would be. It was worth it. There was nothing she could do about her other oddities, but she had to try to get on others' good sides. Then, maybe they would try to understand. Theia's ears flattened, feeling a pang of hopelessness. No one understood her, and no one ever would.