For once, the weather was mild. It was neither snowing, sleeting, foggy or sunny. Just a simple, boring overcast day. After the thunder-sleet some days prior, it was quite the welcome change. Raela was making her way toward the border; once again following her nose toward the scent of a cache. Her slender, weakened frame needed a lot of nourishment if she ever hoped to recover the muscle and fat lost to many months of travel. Especially now, since she was out searching for the lost pups just about every day. At this moment, she was on break. The tawny girl was winding through the berry bushes, reluctantly nearing the edge of her new found safety barrier. She was loathe to step so far from the den, but also nervous about spending so much time in close proximity to her new pack mates – many of which were still strangers. Instead she settled for haunting the mid-ranges of the territory, trying her best to eat and sleep as much as she possibly could.
Her coat was shabby as always, and her body was sore, but the first signs of recovery were continuing to appear. Pain was no longer an obstacle to fight with upon standing. Now, it was merely an annoyance, and a reminder of her exile. Nervously, she paused to scent the air. A cool winter breeze brought many scents to her nose, but few of interest. The cache was nearby, as was the border, but another scent was mixed in. She could tell it was another wolf, but not an outsider. In fact, it was very strongly mixed with the scent of the border. Out of curiosity and concern, she changed course briefly, angling herself toward the new smell. If it was in fact a loner, they could just be pretending to be a pack wolf to get into the territory, or steal the caches. It was winter after all. As she neared her target, it became clear that his scent trail originated from within the Downs. A soft sigh parted her lips, and her nervously raised hackles fell.
An inspection of the area revealed clumsily placed footsteps, and thorns covered in fur. This wolf either didn't know his way around (not that she did either yet,) or wasn't feeling so well. At least the tracks weren't rushed, so he wasn't fleeing anything. Raela picked carefully around the brambles, moving slowly. After a few more steps, the man's distant form came into view. He was rolling around on a scent marker. Raela could read the signs; this was another new recruit. She froze, suddenly aware of herself. Raising a paw warily, she contemplated simply moving along to find that cache. She was in no condition for introductions; she looked weak and pathetic in her current state. Maybe he hadn't noticed her yet. He was in no position to pick up her scent unless the wind changed, and she could slip away just as easily as she had come. Peering at him through the thorns, a thought entered her mind. He's probably just as nervous and lost as I am in this new place. And it IS better to know all of your pack mates; you are a team after all. Closing her eyes, Raela rose to full height. This couldn't hurt all that bad, could it? The others had been amiable so far...
A soft, friendly bark burst into the cold air. The amber-eyed female padded forward, followed by the reassurance of a wagging tail. Her head was level with her body, unsure if this new male outranked her yet. She would assume they all did, until proven otherwise. She slowed to a walk, still approaching curiously. She hoped this man's reaction to her greeting would be favorable.
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