Fairspell Meadow Needles

Packmates, she said? Akari's fur bristled for a brief moment, and her eyes darted around. Could they be nearby?

She soon shook off the bad feeling when she started reasoning: she had been very careful not to trespass anyone's territory. Besides, if she had trespassed any borders, the pack's healer would be the last wolf to be assigned to greet her.

"Akari... My name is Akari." She cooed. 

Her gaze was suddenly lost with her thoughts. Where am I heading? That was precisely the same question she's been asking herself since she fled from Cherrywood Valley. "I honestly don't know," She seemed to be talking to herself, one of the bad habits that come with a loner's life. "I came here looking for a place where to belong. The truth is this new world is wide and full of danger," Her eyes lowered to her pads. "Even the grass hides some of them. And I don't know where I am: there is a sense of beauty in this, but also fear." She inhaled the cold air deeply. The scent of the herb mix was relaxing.

Akari turned her round shiny eyes to the healer. "Is there anything you can tell me about this land and its resident packs?"