Redhawk Caldera Troublemaker Doppelganger

So far she'd traveled north in a fairly straight line, remembering what they had told her about this area.  She knew of one or two places where she might find the ones she was looking for, but to be safe, had been stopping at packs along the way as well.  Couldn't hurt to be friendly, right?

Turns out, wrong.  Strangers could get bitey if they saw you nearby, especially if you made a very reasonable mistake and got too excited to stop at the border.  She'd never much gotten the whole 'oooh, stay outta my land, that side of the line' mentality.  Wasn't like she was stealing food.

Her parents had taught her carefully, but there was only so much a person could do.  Maia tended to run first, think later, and she had a few new scars now to show for it.

The yearling remembered this time, though, and her heart leapt when she saw the flat topped mountain her mother and father had both spoken on at times.  Her uncle(?)'s pack, and possibly Terance or Wraen's new home.

She remembered this time to mind the bounds, but didn't bother minding her manners too much.  "WRAEN!? HEY WRAEN, YOU HERE!?"  She bellowed, hopping slightly as she stared at the Caldera.  She woulda called for her brother, but her sister was clearer in memory; he'd left a long while ago, while she'd hung out a while with them as kids.