Alana had set off exploring the territory. After all, she had come here so recently that she had never even met the old alpha. She had also never seen the ocean before and she found it quite fascinating. It was so wild and yet so calming. She had spent quite a lot of time by the shore, simply calmed by the sound of the waves crashing and the seagulls overhead. She supposed that this meant that she really had been brought to the right place for her. The right place to live.


Recently though, the weather had turned too bitter to risk being near the cold spray. She enjoyed the winter, the snow still bringing out the pup in her. When it had first come down one night, she had raced around throwing herself into it, enjoying the cold against her fur. She much preferred being cold to the sweltering heat of summer.
Alana had been curled up, nose buried in her tail to keep it warm, when she heard a howl echo through Glorall. That could only mean one thing: that it was time to meet the new alpha. She was apprehensive about this, having never been a member of the pack. Still, since the whole pack would be called, d’Mani would be there, and she had said that everyone was always welcoming.


She made her way slowly to where the sound had come from. A black wolf stood on a rock. That must be him, the new alpha. Her posture not as submissive as it had been when she first entered Glorall, but not at all conveying confidence, she approached the group.


“I’m Alana. I arrived here just after Weylin died, but I’m happy to stay,” her voice was soft, but hopeful. She still expected rejection around every corner. And why shouldn’t she? She had never known a pack before and her mother had practically made them sound like dangerous cults. Even a dangerous cult would be better than being alone. Besides, judging from Leviathan and d’Mani, this hardly seemed to qualify as a “dangerous cult.”

ALANA
. female . five years . grey with black points . not mated . not imprinted upon . home is Glorall .
Kerowyn