Ankyra Sound homing signal among stars

the morning was early, the sun had yet to even rise in the distant horizon when ocelot awoke. she stirred from slumber and, not an idle woman by any means of the word, set off to tend to typical pack duties. border patrols were never her favorite thing but they are a necessary evil and she is used to the routine that while the landscape and wolves are foreign to her is otherwise familiar. a small source of comfort used to distract herself from her internal worries over the guard but she assures herself that they are three most capable of taking care of themselves ad are fine to assuage her simmering guilt. a guilt not of her defiance and rebellion but of leaving without word — but the amazon woman tries not to let it consume her. it will fade, in time just as it always does.

she pauses during her rounds, head bowing to sniff curiously at the mingled scents of her new home and it's occupants both to assess it's strength and learn the basics about the wolves that are now pack mates to her. the markings are strong enough but she adds her own scent to the mixture before she trots forward continuing in a similar pattern that switches between urinating, using the scent glands in her paw pads and rubbing alongside trees; one of which snagged a small tuft of fur in it's rough bark causing her to visibly wince and huff.