Ouroboros Spine We're sailing

Much had come to her mind as the snow fell, and with each day her thoughts pushed her forward into daydreams and fantasy. She made herself blush as she considered the Rite which she hoped might bring her some sense of belonging, amid wolves whose ways seemed palatable to her. She would experience all she could, and learn to live in such a way so that she could be a part of a family again. Her old ways had not been forgotten, but had simply been left behind; she welcomed the thought of true belonging. 

A hearty wind screamed high in the slopes, and the sheepish valley-dweller was shepherded down the mountainside and away, into the lee where she sought refuge in one of the neighboring packs. Of course, she had other motivation for having chosen to visit, but the harrowing wind had been the spur which had set her in motion, finally. 

It felt odd to cross the borders of another pack but she was assured that as a woman of Moonspear, she too would be permitted what would have otherwise been a trespass. As she passed beyond the scent markings, she smiled faintly, though it grew more with each step. She was doing it- becoming one of them. And it felt right.