Redhawk Caldera sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner

Vikuthia was startled, for her call was answered almost immediately. She swiveled her head to take in the wolf who'd answered her, and her ears pushed forward to hear the strange way they spoke. Not that that mattered at all. In her home pack, anyone deemed strange would have been chased off, any pup born with some kind of birth defect was killed.

It was not a place she enjoyed thinking about. They had taught her a lot--how to hunt, how to fight--but she'd just as soon have learned nothing if it meant living with wolves who did not view every interaction as a transaction.

She noted the wolf's raised tail, the dominant body language, and kept herself sitting, her eyes downcast. Don't piss off the alpha two seconds after you meet 'em. I come to ask you for food and shelter, in exchange for work. If you allow me to join, I will hunt and fight for your kith and kin. She said no more, not wanting to oversell or sound desperate. If this pack did not want her, she would simply move to the next.