Slowly, Val had started to wonder if she could still have her grand adventures while also calling a pack home. Perhaps that was what the scout rank was for. She was more of a hunter but it didn’t mean that she couldn’t do both… right? Curiosity plagued her as she continued her ventures south, as far away from Terras Fortem as she could get. She would blink as she came to a halt. There was a scent of a pack and it made her wonder what this pack was about. She should have turned away, but alas she could not fight the urge to call for a leader or someone in the pack. Her ivory fur remained well kept and she remained well fed with well-built muscle. She was perfectly healthy as far as she knew and she preferred to keep it that way.
Her emerald eyes held the nerves that she felt deep within her as she waited patiently at a safe distance from the borders in case things were to turn bad. She may be young but she knew perfectly well how protective parents could be and it was pup season which meant each pack was sure to have children about. This alone made her wonder if her curiosity was worth the risk but it was already too late as the young yearling had already called for them all to meet her. Part of her wondered if she could settle down, obviously depending on how the conversation went, if they would take her. It also begged the question of how big the pack already was.
She caught a few scents along the borders but there was no way every wolf was to do border patrols which left her with little to go on and her over-active imagination and brain started to hypothesize a situation she hoped to be just in her head. Part of her thoughts of a huge pack of vicious wolves while another part of her hoped it was a smaller, closer knit pack of nice wolves with decent morals. Only time would tell.