The sights and sounds of the packlands were more than unknown to the red and white femme, she was without a home, but at the same time, she had grown up in a pack, after momma died, she had been taken into a pack and well, then the meteor hit and now she was all alone again. Although, alone now was better than her running for her life away from Daemon. Good god that boy was nuts and Sekera could say one thing, she was glad he was no longer in her life. She wandered away from the common grounds. She was determined to find a pack, and ask acceptance. She was not good at many things, but caring for pups, she had always done well, especially hera when Juno had passed. It had been a hard, long struggle but Sekera knew that in her future, young ones would be there. She had always wanted babies of her own, and yet, here she was, nine years old and all alone. It was hard to think that she may never have any babies of her own, and that hurt the most.

The first one she wandered up to was Glorall. And in all honesty it was a beautiful sight to see. Waterfalls and land that just stretched out before her. It was a place that she hoped she could make her own. It was perfect. The white and red girl moved within the border, just a tiny bit. She let out a lone call, asking for the hierarchy, hoping that someone would come and greet her, and she could ask for acceptance into their world.

The girl waited, her white plume curled around her front legs, her mystical eyes watching and waiting. Hoping.

-- crap sorry--