Big Salmon Lake far from grace

Hearing that another of her subordinate's had gone off in search of the pale-furred wolf, and had yet to return back to the pack in a timely manner, Frøya quickly offered up her own help — keen to be of immediate use to her new alpha. "I can go in search of her — all three of them — later, if you permit it?" The younger wolf offered, her dark-orange eyes glancing acorss to meet the deep blue stare of her superior. "Though, I should know, what are my instructions should I come across either one of them?" She asked with a tilt of her head. It was best for Frøya to find out specific instructions now so she should not run into the situation unprepared. 

In response to Hydra's next question, the young female's ears fell back against her head. "Itchy paws, I suppose. I began to feel trapped within my parent's pack. The same routine, the same wolves, the same prospects.." Frøya admitted with a soft shrug of her shoulders and a glance towards her new alpha. "So I left." The dark female told her, with a determined look in her orange eyes. It was clear that once she had her mind set on something, there was no stopping the young wolf.