Sure she was tired, but she continued to move. She had no time to stop. If she did, would she ever get back up? The woman wanted to see spring again...summer...autumn. She would not let this horrific weather bring her down. The healer brings herself along at a steady pace, keeping her senses alert in case prey were to be near. As she pads along, scents begin to hit her nose, getting stronger and stronger with each scent. She slows and eventually stops, carefully craning her neck out and taking in breaths of the air. Her brain identifies these scents as other wolves- a pack at that. With her heart beginning to flutter within her chest, Chantille grows anxious. Releasing a deep breath, she takes a step back to decide what she was going to do.

Almost positive that there were several other packs in the Lore, Chant takes a few moments to decide whether or not to summon the leaders of this very pack. Her lips curve downward in a slight frown. Shaking her head, she mumbles a few words to herself before perking up and walking forward. Assuring she does not step over the pack boundaries, she stops a few yards ahead. Keeping her tail tucked between her hind legs, she is sure to show submission to whomever may come. Listening to her own breaths, she hesitates. Do it already. You cannot continue on your own much longer. Listening to her internal thoughts, Chant nods to herself before lifting her head toward the sky. Parting her jaws, she releases a long, eerie howl. She would attempt to join this very pack. Her decision was made.
"speech"

She stood and waited, teetering patiently on her paws. Her chocolate gaze lifts as the sight of a large wolf enters her line of sight. Perking her head up, she keeps her tail tucked low. The man approaches, his stature dominant and intimidating. Immediately, Chant's mind whirls back to the rank fight she had with Naira. The dominance that woman had displayed- the blood she desired. Allowing this thought to drift away like a cloud, she respectfully dips her head at the wolf's approach.

Cut Rock River. This was the name of the pack borders she stood upon. A pleasant name to the ear, and geographically correct. With her head now lowered and her body shrinking downward in submission, she speaks. "Maksim, I am Chantille Idasis. I've once wandered these lands, and I have returned in search of a new family." Her deep umber gaze falls upon his form. His earthen blend that was his coat reminded her of the autumn. "I offer my fine-tuned healing abilities to your pack, sir." She remained calm. During her last time in the Lore, she had met many different characters. Having once thrived in Poison Path, she was more resistant to fear. Both Naira and Rhysis had seemed to take a liking to her.

Chant keeps herself in a submissive position as she awaits the response of the brutish man before her. She knew well that many wolves appreciated a good healer- but was she going to be accepted? She hadn't been turned away by Poison Path, but this time may be different. Anxiety begins to bubble within her, but she maintains a cool demeanor.

"speech"