Moonspear and born to follow

ooc: @Njord possibly, anyone else can greet her though!

Esme had never lived many feet above sea level.

The mountain air was cool and breezy like that of the sea, but it was thinner somehow, and lacking the scent of brine that her nose knew so well. She had climbed dunes of sand that challenged her footing but never had she scaled the impossible height of a mountain, where misplaced footing could be a death sentence. 

She had traveled well into the mountain range and on this rainy morning, she at last arrived at the borders of the pack she sought: a pack whose territory spanned the tallest and most intimidating peak of them all, cutting into the sky like a bear's canine tooth. The borders were marked by Innisfree scent, a scent she knew and shared. She was not sure which of her relatives she would find here, but that did not matter to Esme. Her only wish was to be sheltered by familiarity, after her months of lonely travel. 

Halting shy of the border to Moonspear, the pale she-wolf tilted her snout skyward and emitted an echoing howl, an announcement of her presence.