Lost Creek Hollow even though I'll never know what's up ahead, I'm never letting go

@Terance @Treason

This was it. She had made her decision. With her family behind her, Clary neared the forest with a drumbeat in her chest. She had only done this once, much by accident; the art of joining a pack was still very foreign to her, and she tried to find comfort in the knowledge that she at least knew some of the wolves who lived here. They were easy to remember: Terance, and Pyro - she felt a flush of heat at the thought of the latter, but anyway - they had been kind to her and Red, when they had brought the bison skin to the Sunspire and had forged an alliance between her family and theirs, and she put faith in the expectation that they were still much the same.

Yet when she came to the division between the pack and the world that had long been hers to chart, Clary cast one long look over her shoulder and reminded herself there was no going back. She couldn't roam forever; she needed to put down roots, and so, she steeled herself, tipped her head back, and lent her voice to the air, a strong and decisive summon for the leadership to meet her there.