Larksong Grotto We let the waters rise

The sun burned as it fell, the exposed skin of her nose tingling from the exposure as she traveled. It had become red in color as she moved through the Wilds, Damaris tried to travel at night rather than by day. The albino had found herself on the move during the days lately as that was the way most wolves lived. She didn't want to stick out anymore than she already did.

The Mexican wolf was so busy thinking about what would happen when she came across a pack, that she very nearly crossed the border. Damaris leapt back like a startled cat, realizing she had almost trespassed into claimed territory. "Stupid. Do you want to die today?" Damaris mumbled to herself, breaking the silence around her.

The fey stopped, pondering her options for a moment. Attempt to join and possibly be chased away or leave? With a small shrug, Damaris sat down to wait as she tipped her head back with a howl.