Redsand Canyon Please fill up my soul [Pack Hunt]

omg so late, sorry for the delay (she's still pretty beat up so just a cameo unless she's directly addressed, etc.)

The call came shortly after she'd awakened and ventured from the caverns, healing gaze and perked auds swivelling in the direction of the summons as it echoed over crimson sands. 

She could not be of much help in this condition but it seemed wrong not to make an appearance - she was to join Donovan's Saints after all. With as much haste as her bruised body could muster, the Saluki plodded in the direction of the howl as quickly as she could.

By the time the limping sainte reached the location of the hunt, her packmates had begun to split off into designated groups - deliberating strategy and method. 

Rather than draw any attention to her essentially useless presence, the druid slunk off to the side discreetly.

Settling upon her haunches quietly, she contented herself with watching. She observed her new comrades with an attentive, curious glint to her moonlight gaze - which was still diluted with red, like a creeping pool of spilt blood. 

Perhaps she could learn something about her savior's people, or the culture she had agreed to adopt.