Redhawk Caldera There once was a girl....

Amalia had thought about it for days as she had traveled back to Moonglow. She had taken the long way from her visit with Icarus. Now she knew the path she wanted to take. Though she adored Icarus, she didn't think that Mereo was for her. The tall sandstone was too sad and cold. So Brecheliant had been the next best thing.

She had said her goodbyes to those she cared for. Had spoken to Moonwoman of her needs and wants. Now she was on her way to a new beginning. Somewhere, she could forge her own path, without the lingering sadness that clung to the former wolves of Natigvik. Their separation had left a scar, that she was unable to heal from and they as well. At least quickly. So she felt a small distance would be enough.

So with a back full of furs of animals she had caught, and a dead rabbit she made her way to the pack lands. She lay these offerings nearby, and then lifted her nose to call for the leaders of this pack. @Maia and @Teya

She knew that Maia was one, but there were usually two. She wasn't certain how this pack ran things, but she was eager to find out. If they even wanted her. She was, well she was different than many. Unsure if she could find a place, but she was willing to try. She thought of all her skills. And wondered at her penchant for story telling, could she tap into that skill here? Like her mother, her father, her aunts and uncles.