Rising Sun Valley wait this is you right?

Life's unending roller coaster had hit an all-time high for Alf after all the shit she'd been through.

Leon was back. An old friend, a companion, someone she could talk to and vent to just to catch the younger male up on her ridiculously turbulent life. If only Alf was being hyperbolic and it really hadn't been that tumultuous.

Alf felt more at home than she had in an incredibly long time. Now the only issue was getting the boy to take care of himself. She'd left him to that nonsense, told him to go find a pack that'd take him in while she kept exploring. Nothing the tawny female had encountered thus far, beside Leon of course, had felt right. Traversing to the northeast was getting her closer to that feeling, though. She gave silent thanks to Tyche as she padded through unfamiliar territory; Alf was prone to finding occasional comfort in the goddess' connection to good fortune.

However, it's not like Alf ignored the deity's equal allegiance to shitty luck.

An all too familiar scent was blown into the female's face, and the woman had half a mind to take off in the other direction. Except.. What position was that asshole in to decide where she did and didn't go? Better yet, what position was she in to hold grudges when truth be told, the catalyst for their meeting having gone sour was Alf crossing a boundary she wasn't aware the stranger had? Didn't the tawny she-wolf have some of those, too? Would she want someone to hold onto a grudge just because she snapped at them sooner than she could stop herself?

Stopping in her tracks, Alf fidgeted nervously on her paws for a few seconds before carrying on in his general direction. The woman had wanted to go that way anyway, truth be told. The gray-furred pissant would just have to deal with it.