It was the middle of the cold of winter. Temperatures has dropped to their lowest points of the season and still Satinka felt as though it were too warm for her. Yes, her body shivered, but she had begun to miss the danger and approach of death at the cold. At last her cyan eyes turned to the towering peaks of Spirane. Over the season she had watched the snow pack onto the faces thicker and thicker, like salve to cover the scars and imperfections. Her lip curled over her fangs and she grudgingly gave into her desires.

Swift paws covered the snow and ice covered grounds with an ease that proclaimed she had been born to do this. Thick liver and golden fur covered her lean body, keeping her warm even in the bitter wind. She loped from the freelands and along the trails that surrounded the borders of the packland. Her nose dropped low, her pace slowed, and she inhaled as much information as she could about this pack before she truly committed herself to even asking to be a part of it. The scent of the ruling queen was strong, and thick. As were other, similar scents. Families resided here, and they had been here for a while. Sitinka wondered if this meant they were older bloodlines, bred for battle, victory, and monarchy. It would have been exactly the world that she had left. Only this one seemed to stand strong. The huntress exhaled thoughtfully. There were advantages and downfalls to such a way of life. She knew them all too well. With a huff she measured the advantages and disadvantages she would possibly find here and weighed them in her quick thinking mind. It was a realm she had nearly been bred to reside in, a pack that would surely give her something to do. But it was a pack she was uncertain she could support, though in truth they were still strangers to each other.

Her piercing cold eyes narrowed still further, another huff and at last she gave in. She howled to the residents of Spirane, whoever it was who might greet those who wanted to join their ranks. She was prepared to answer any questions, complete any tasks, and jump through any hoops they declared necessary with the understanding and knowledge she could walk away at any time. As similar as it might have seemed, this was not the place of her homeland though the snow was just as white.