Whitefish River grass is always greener on the other side

Backdated to Novermber 22th. @Hieronymous

It was risky.

After having wandered aimlessly to the lake, Ambrosia decided it'd be best to follow the stranger to her next destination. The woman was still a Saint, she never left her pack nor did she plan on joining a new one. But it was always nice to explore options, and when she heard the grey she-wolf was planning on heading home, she took the chance to see new land and faces.

So here she was, waiting at the borders. It seemed Ira had left to attend to other business, but without clear intructions the dragon-wolf was practically clueless. She was careful not to cross, and remained standing in case there may be any need to run. But a part of her doubted that'd be the case, especially since she was familiar with one of the pack wolves and followed on an invitation.

Ambrosia had also decided it was best not to release her real name. At first she planned the alias for purposes of privacy. However, after all that had happened with the Saints, maybe it was time to shed her old self. At least for now.

Pacing back and forth, the she-wolf hoped someone would arrive soon, whether it be by choice or accident. If she'd be welcome to enter, meeting the pack would be lovely. But if she'd be turned down, at least she could move on and look for adventure elsewhere.