Ankyra Sound the moon, the stars, they have all been blown out

set directly after she howls!!! nearish to the borders.

Tunerk had erred on the side of caution. Though she had called and sang with those that were called Rusalka, she knew little of what else to do; she ranged outside of the territory, sniffing around to get stock of the scents that were strongest. One was woman, and many other were male; she was not too certain on how to make sense of who was in charge here, except that by the smell of it the woman had marked far more diligently (from what she could tell thus far, anyhow—and she very well could have missed some spots in her own exploration, anxious as she was to unearth as much information as she could).

Her own tail hung limply between her hocks as her deep blue eyes peered into the forest she stood before. The monoliths were daunting even without the promise of her newest venture to come; foreign faces, foreign smells... this was what she would have become home. Youthful naivety had her relatively optimistic, but there was also something of a realist within her that bid her at last to still herself and wait, now. It did not feel right to simply waltz in, despite having promised herself in a song... not without having meeting a single one of them. But the call had sounded, to her young ears, something of an invitation... why not accept? What else was there?