Hideaway Strath Oh, Fortune

With permission from the intimidating but fair alpha, Oryx had been escorted to the Strath, where the pack's boundaries lay. Feeling somewhat tiny in his shadow, she followed into his claim without saying much, like a timid, but willing lamb. Perhaps oblivious, perhaps ignorant, but for some reason, she wanted to see @Arlette, in spite of the fact that she had abandoned not only the wounded, grieving woman, but the pack which had shown her mercy as well. She'd run, hoping never to cross their paths again so that she might save herself the guilt and suffering she might have earned herself. Their disappointment wasn't something she felt strong enough to face. But when she'd caught Arlette's scent...Somehow, she wondered...For her to have been this far South- had she run too?

She was led to where Arlette's tracks were fresh, and permitted to follow along them by herself. She had made no commitments to the pack, but she felt it went without saying that if she decided to leave after speaking to Arlette then she could- but if she wished to say, then she would have to seek out the brindled leader again. She would not wear out her welcome, or betray the alpha for his kindness. So she carried on, following the soft pattern of Arlette's pawprints in the soft earth until she caught sight of her friend's pale fur in the distance- and called out with a timid bark to try and catch her attention.