GWEN
Tired. Gwen was tired. The dull ache in the fae's bones had set in a few days ago [at estimate- the slender female wasn't in the habit of keeping note of such trivial matters], and it spread like a lukewarm fire down her limbs and into her paws; so with every step came a sensation rather like that of pressure against a bruise. She should have stopped a long time ago, but something in her gut told her to keep going- whether that was her fierce independence unwilling to give up so soon, or of a more spiritual origin, she didn't know; but either way Gwen was beginning to regret her decision.
Ears pressed flat against her smooth skull, the she wolf tread carefully in this unknown territory. She wasn't truly certain what she was doing here- after all, Gwen was used to living by no rules but her own, so a pack life was not really something she had considered or given much dedicated thought to. But there was always a flicker of doubt in the back of her mind, always a curious wondering as to what a pack life would feel like; or how it was to have a family. At these sentimental thoughts, Gwen cleared her throat and gave a derisive sigh. Pathetic. She scolded herself, picking her way over a fallen branch in her path. She had come to an ultimatum with herself- if she could behave, perhaps this pack would accept her as one of their own, and maybe she could start a new life. But then again, there was always the chance her fiery mouth could run away with her, leaving her in a rather uncomfortable {if not downright dangerous} situation, not only getting her rejected, but potentially injured as well. She resolved to try and remain calm and impassive- an act that Gwen was uncertain on her ability to pull off. On a good day, the fae would swear like a sailor, but keep her insults to herself- it was the bad days that she should be worried about.
Gwen wasn't particularly sure on the process pack alphas used to either accept or reject newcomers- hell, she wasn't even sure they'd find her here. Maybe she'd just come across another lone wolf like herself. Figuring they'd find her scent eventually, the ivory she wolf rolled her haunches underneath her and sat down. I'll just...wait here, then. She thought to herself, scanning hazel eyes out at the unfamiliar surroundings. A flash of apprehension and maybe even fear skittered across her mind, but Gwen stifled it- emotions were weak things, and she didn't have time for them.
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