Sun Mote Copse among the trees

@Wraen 

Heskja wandered among the trees of this forested area in awe and fear. Having grown up in the tundra of Alaska, she was unused to trees, even with as much traveling as she’d done recently. Of course, it had been stupid to leave the safety of her birth pack in winter, but enough was enough. She was tired of living under the domain of her alphas, so she’d decided not to stick around and wait for spring. She’d rather die out here of exposure in a foreign land than have to live with those damned wolves any longer. Unfortunately, leaving when she had meant she needed to find a new pack to stay with at least til the spring, if not longer—as long as her new leaders weren’t terrible, that is. And so here she was, standing at the edge of a claimed territory, nervously working up the courage to call for whoever owned this place.

Eventually, she tilted her head back and gave a low howl. Afterwards, she sat down, tail curled around her body with nerves. She hadn’t come all this way just to be pushed around again, so if whoever answered her call ended up being an asshole, she’d have to leave. Leave and risk dying of exposure and starvation… She grimaced at the thought, wondering if, either way, she should at least stick it out til spring.