The lithe Roman girl was a few days into her arrival to Stavanger Bay and was quickly settling in, though she hadn't had the opportunity to meet one or two of her packmates thoroughly— though she had caught a glimpse of one or a couple.
She padded across the dried, crunchy brown leaves, her gait graceful, her stance alert and aware. Her footsteps were light across the remnants of Autumn, across the Bay territory. Aemilia wasn't travelling towards a particular destination— her duties were complete for the afternoon, and this was an in-between period. Perhaps she could go hunting for a bit, assist in filling in the pack's caches and maybe, only maybe, try out for the rank of gamekeeper?
She paused as she heard another crunching of leaves, from a short distance away. This wolf had the scent of the Bay on them, so she stopped, ready for a hopefully friendly encounter.
