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There was tension in Sagtannet, and she knew it was not only the looming war between the two packs, but the factor of Taikon's and herself's questioning toward Wylla's judgement. While she did not openly say so, Asra had found it to be rather rash and unndeeded, she could not understand why they desired to destroy a pack, that held no ties to the previous bloodshed, to be moved away. Perhaps they could've been allies, and renew what was once a historical bloodshed 

And even Stag, seemed to brush them off.

The frost-striked woman was new and knew not of their ways, but she saw them just a peaceful, family pack that Mahler so described; yet that image seemed to dimmer as she could not forget the looks Wylla would give to her so. Sometimes she felt she was but a nuisance, and however still strived to be more then just.. An outsider, a thrall.

She desperately wanted acceptance, but perhaps it was not enough.

Today she decided to to step out of the mountain, but avoid the coast. She had saw Taikon head that way, and wishing no trouble for herself, especially with the thoughts of battle looming, Asra would go in any other direction. Upon going further then the place she saw Izumi, there in the gloomy trees, was a white wolf, reminding her of the northern homebound.

"Hello there," she greeted a hint of a warmth to her voice, as the Sagtannet wolf never personally smelled Rusalka, she would not know his alliance, "it's quite.. An interesting place, isn't it?"