<blockquote>Things had turned around pretty quickly, and Volkan was just beginning to wrap her mind around everything as she neared Swift River's territory. Ruiko had pointed her in this direction; the onyx yearling vehemently suppressed the imminent feeling of unease that kept her heartbeat at a constant race. On the one hand, she was safe for now; Rhysis couldn't touch her while she was under the protection of a pack, even if he did manage to find her— a horrifying possibility that had struck her as soon as Ruiko mentioned that half-sibling of hers. She remembered the name well; <i>Sojourn Ranger Aquila.</i> While the news of a previous 'Aquila woman' having been in Relic Lore had certainly surprised her, Volk trusted that the large, stoic male hadn't been making up this shit out of nowhere; this meant that Rhysis could be and was very possibly nearby, searching for either of them in Relic Lore.
But that hadn't been the only reason Volkan sought a pack; her first meeting with Ruiko had stirred up something strange in her mind and heart, and soon after she left his presence that winter day, she knew she'd be seeing him again. And wherever he went, she had pledged herself to follow. Yet it wasn't all rainbows and butterflies the way she'd imagined, because now she was faced with the daunting task of joining a new pack for the first time. Even if they wouldn't be staying long— and the young female wasn't sure just <i>how</i> long— this was, of course, her first time being an outsider in such a tight-knit community... and if the Swift River wolves were anything like the Aquila Clan (which she hoped they wouldn't be), it wasn't going to be easy to fit in at first. It helped, she figured as she trotted along with a determined forwardness, that she'd been acquainted with a few of these wolves before... the look on Triell's face, she thought, had been interesting at the hunt, and she imagined his dark smile as she went onward.
Soon the scent of newly-enriched pack borders hit her like a wall, and she stopped, only to continue more slowly from that point onward, picking her steps carefully. While she was technically welcome here, it was practically a guarantee that not every Swift River wolf would have got that news yet. So she proceeded carefully, prepared at every moment for a face or a scent to pop out of the emerald scenery around her. <i>Here goes nothing...</i></blockquote>