She thinks she has finally decided on where to live. She had spent a lot of time wandering Moladion. She dare not enter any pack, but she sure did explore just beyond the border, getting a good idea of the area and the general scents.

She remembers the stories her father told her. How her grandfather ruled two different packs in different fields. One field of grass that was touched with wind, and another touched with that of coral flowers. It appears that the drive to live in the fields was in her blood. She wanted to see the expanse of the world, with constant sight of the beautiful clouds above. The pack seemed to be run by a couple in her short investigation. She hoped she would like them as she began to head towards the pack on this morning. She had slept well enough, for being alone. She had to always stay alert, and can’t really sleep too deeply without risk. She hoped that would change in a pack.

She catches the howl of the male, and realizes what it is and that she is close. She furrowed her gold and black brows in curiosity. A bit odd. The rather tall woman, strong and capable, decided that she would approach this male that howled. Sure, it was part curiosity, but she had planned to head to the field pack anyway.

She turned and followed the direction of the howl with her precise golden tan ears. She trotted until someone came into the view, the continuing to rise steadily. The sun favored her form well. Her body was dark, but with creams, and flecks/highlights of golden tan. She was indeed a pleasant looking wolf to many, but she certainly falls on the more muscular side, not being the most terribly feminine thing in the world. Her intense orange eyes catch sight of the one she thinks howled- he at least seemed to be looking around a lot.

”Excuse me,” she says with a dip of her black and cream muzzle. ”I am looking to join the field pack...I uh, unfortunately don’t know the name of it uh...I am new here and all, at least, new enough. Do you live there?” she inquires, her head tilting slightly. There is perhaps a touch of innocence there despite her eight years of life. She pulls her ears forward, awaiting and hoping for his reply back.