Sleeping Dragon It's top shelf, man. It's top shelf.

Since she had broken away from her former pack, Lucia had been wandering as a lone wolf for quite some time. She did not favor the life of a loner at all, constantly being by one's self with only a few to talk to along the way was not her forte. In fact, the girl almost craved companionship or a place that she could consider home instead of constantly being on the move. It may of been the desired life for some, but being a lone wolf was not for her.

She stopped at what seemed to be a border, marked heavily with a pungent, unfamiliar scent. It was likely this was the pack she was looking for, or at least had intentions to join. Lucia stood a few feet away from the imaginary line, tipping her head up to call for a pack member to meet her.