Sema was given little more than a location and a few names, but that wouldn’t stop her from finding them. The names were Sloane and Narime, location was a place called Hush Meadow or their pack name which was unknown to her, but she assumed that she would find that out soon enough. She had found the meadow, and that was half the battle. Next she had to find the pack border, that was the other half of the battle, and they always said the final leg was the most difficult, however she could not fail. Failing would prove that there was no strong suit to her for the pack, proving that she was worthless. She was not a good wolf for teaching, nor a great wolf for protecting packmates. Her speed and stamina led her to be a good scout as far as catching prey, but there were errors that made that statement false. The fact that she was clumsy when it came to hunting let her to be a terrible huntress.
Finally, Sema had found the borders to the suspected pack. She raised her head to the sky and let out a long hollow for two specific wolves, the alphas. Sloane and Narime, your presence is requested at the borders for business involving your pack and Willow Ridge. She called out, hoping they would hear her call. It was the dead of night, full moon on the rise of the sky. It was in between midnight and dawn by the way the moon rested on the sky. It was curious, how the moon rotated around the earth like the sun. Though sometimes, the moon was black. Yet, the sun was always the same. She stopped herself mid thought, now was not the time for philosophy as to why the sun and moon were different. It was cold, as it was most nights, and being in the bare, with nothing to hide her from the win made it worse. She had grown accustomed to the willow trees giving little bits of protection from some of the weather, but she did not have that anymore. No, how could a wolf live through winds like this in the meadow.
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