Stella is paying PF a visit on behalf of the Cove. Backdated to March 28th, near nightfall. Open to 1-2 others, please let @Jethro post first! thanks c:
Stella was tense and tired to her very bones, and nearly sagged to the earth when she scented the border at last. It was further northeast, further past the big lake than she'd expected, and the lowlands could be disorienting to the wolf born and raised in the mountains. The evening had drawn late into dusk. But she'd found it, found her way to the group who numbered old friends and strangers alike among them.
Stella hoped she wasn't coming at a bad time, the end of spring's days had left a twinge of feelings within the yearling girl but nothing more, nonetheless she had steered clear of others until the strange feeling subsided and the air was clear enough. She could only hope her visit would not be unwelcome, but it was her first time coming to call on another pack like this, and she did not bring particularly good news with her by any means.
She sat but held herself upright, refusing to give in to exhaustion just yet. A short call rang out, an announcement of her presence and request to be met at the borders, for she was far from home and would not intrude after coming this far to make a good impression. Not that she was off to a good start with this trip, she thought bitterly. A breath was exhaled in an attempt to relieve the tension in her spine as she waited, while the Vuesain shifted from one tired paw to the other.
She could handle the journey, but this was always the worst part, sitting still and waiting.