Swiftcurrent Creek Dirty water, poison rain

There is no detectable Easthollow scent on her, just to be clear!

Soon after the news hit her that Greyback was now the matriarch's mate, Dianne was gone. Without a word to anyone, she slipped out of the borders. She'd done a fairly good job of avoiding him, but his crowning position would make continuing to do nearly impossible. He was in power now, which made being in that pack even less safe for her. Her plan was to scout out a new pack without officially leaving Easthollow, choosing a different direction every day to search the surrounding area. Dianne knew of Lost Creek Hollow, but it was much too close for her peace of mind — not to mention how the two packs were very familiar with each other. There was no convincing reason she could possibly give for wanting to switch from Easthollow to Lost Creek Hollow without being honest, and that was completely out of the question.

And that is what brought her to this pack's doorstep. It wasn't terribly far, but this arrangement (like the last) was meant to be temporary. It should do for now. Dianne had taken care to rid the Easthollow scent from her pelt long before she arrived, having thoroughly rolled in snow and rubbed against various trees for good measure. It'd have been easier if taking a dip weren't a death sentence at this time of year, but oh well. She tipped her head back to call out, requesting the presence of the pack's higher-ups. Then, she would wait.