[IC Joining] I'm going on an adventure!

Amzinasis had stormed off earlier that week, furious at what she called family. Well, as much as she would like to say it was their fault, it was partally her's. Her family, or small pack, sparred day and night, the weaker ones usually died. After seeing her little brother die, Ammy snapped at the Alpha and got herself kicked out. She was lucky only her pride was wounded.
The silver wolf's mind was filled with angry thoughts and her eyes were blinded by anger. She hardly noticed that she was walking in another pack's territory or even the fact that there was a slightly steep hill to her left. Amzinasis growled lowly as she continued walking, only to slip. She began tumbling down the cliff. Her claws dug into the Earth to try and stop herself, slowing her to a stop eventually. "Too close..." She muttered to herself as she got up. and involuntary yelp came from her mouth as she noticed there was a gash in her right shoulder, it probably came from a rock on the way down. She figured since it wasn't very big, she wouldnt have to worry about it for a while.
Amzinasis sighed and sat back down, she would try and wait until morning to look for another pack or something. She wasn't one to stay alone.

Dublin wasn't a particularly notable wolf in the ranks of Horizon Ridge—in fact, she sat squarely at the bottom of the totem pole. It wasn't a place she wanted to be, but until she found a way to prove herself to the higher-ups, it was the way it would stay for the foreseeable future. She kept to the higher reaches of the ridge, where her long cream fur was less likely to become full of sand and dirt, searching for what herbs she might find hidden beneath the snow. Some would be viable, especially if they were protected by the layer of fallen leaves that had blanketed the world in autumn.

She was searching near the roots of a large sequoia, in the part of the rainforest that wound itself through the ridge. It was places like these that would have the best yield, Dublin knew from her time in Watchtower Coast. As she nosed through the snow and buried loam, her ears caught the sound of another lumbering through the forest. Her head lifted, and she tasted the air for the creature's scent—wolf, and not particularly perfumed with the fragrance that belonged to wolves of Horizon Ridge. Abandoning her task, Dublin moved to follow the potential intruder (though she knew it might be someone only just accepted), her posture all dominant and aggressive.

But she made her way around one of the sequoia's roots just in time to see a silver blur almost purposefully step off the edge of the ridge. Dublin's emotions were equal parts surprise, horrified, and dutiful in that instant: she ran after the other, and rushed down the path that every Horizon Ridge wolf knew to take to get to the sand below safely. When she reached the bottom herself, Dublin saw that the silver female was sitting and seemed well enough, but it was just as likely that the stranger was concussed.

"That was an impressive fall," she told the other with raised brows, stepping closer to a more conversational distance. Dublin's posture remained dominant and proud, ready to chase off the intruder as soon as it became apparent that it was necessary. Still, even as the next sarcastic words left her mouth, there was concern in Dublin's silver-blue eyes. "Are you a new member of Horizon Ridge, or is your sense of smell as bad as your sight?"

Amzinasis turned her head towards the cream colored wolf. She seemed proud, obviously this was her pack's territory, but the way she carried herself showed she was not a high ranking wolf. "Are you a new member of Horizon Ridge, or is your sense of smell as bad as your sight?" The unknown wolf said to her, almost as if she was mocking her! But, Ammy didn't know this wolf, so she held her tongue. "No," The silver wolf said, "I am not of any pack... And I guess my senses are terrible." Amzinasis shrugged at the last part.
Well, she would pay more attention next time, 'and hopefully not embarrass myself once again...' She thought herself as she awaited the pack wolf's reply.

Akhlut had made patrolling the borders a part of his duties and he did so thrice daily. It was a pleasing confirmation that all was as it should be in his tightly knit and well-ordered corner of the world, and so his mood was usually light and verging on cheerful as he went about marking trees and bushes with urine, kicking up leaves and soil onto rocks and dead logs, and generally asserting his pack's presence and through the pack scent, his own authority as alpha.

One late afternoon saw him in just such a fair mood as he approached the scene of one of his newer subordinates, Dublin, and a stranger who, to Akhlut's sometimes critical eyes, was showing next to no deference the the pack wolf on whose borders she stood. Lifting his head and tail, and taking on an air of relative severity, the dark male approached at Dublin's side. The fur at his nape stiffened, but his gaze softened when he looked to the cream female he'd been pleased to add to Horizon Ridge.

"Dublin, thank you for entertaining our company until I could arrive. You are welcome to stay if you like, but if you've got other things to attend to, feel free, " he said smoothly, which Dublin could take as a dismissal of she wished, or she could remain to watch the relatively mundane task of showing this stranger just where she ranked in accordance with Horizon Ridge, if she couldn't even show proper submission.

Akhlut fixed a piercing look upon the newcomer. She was older than he, though not old, with silver fur that was more likely her born coloration than an indication of aging. "I am Akhlut Kesuk-Nereides, Alpha of Horizon Ridge. What is your purpose here, and why do you not think that Dublin is worthy of your respect? " For she surely demonstrated little.