The great expanse of flat ground covered by tall grasses was very different from the enormous lake Alex had come from. Well, at first she had presumed it was flat, but after stumbling over a burrow and falling flat onto her face, she decided that maybe it wasn't that flat after all. "You've gotta admit, soulless or not, that was funny," Nunzaseor snickered. The Cryfton Girl clenched her jaws together, fighting back the urge to respond with a snarky comment. He always knew the best ways to get on her nerves, but she supposed it was good practice on learning how to keep her tongue still. "Practice makes perfect," Asaparael hummed softly, causing a smile to emerge on Alex's maw. Yes, she supposed so. It would also help for when she was meeting with the leaders of a pack on the topic about joining them. That had been her goal for a while now, but she had only come across the borders of one pack so far, and they hadn't seemed too friendly so she decided to pass and continue on her way.
It wasn't loneliness that spurred her to join a pack, she had her two guardians for companionship, and she was always a bit of a recluse anyways. No, it was the constant worries and fears of something happening to her that made her unable to hunt or fend herself, but if she was in a pack then she had others to look out for her. Padding through the tall grasses, Alex absently listened to Asaparael and Nunzaseor bicker about the pros and cons of pack life ("But you can put the blame on others!", "You can meet another wolf every day and make them laugh or smile."). She wasn't sure how long she had been travelling, but soon the Cryfton Girl could smell the rich aroma of a pack border up ahead. Ears pricking, she broke into an easy lope, somewhat eager to reach the border so she could call out for one of the leaders. Pausing just shy of the border, Alex tipped her head back and let out a call, before sitting back on her haunches and waiting patiently for someone to arrive.
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