Neko proudly carried her prize, a rainbow trout she had caught a short distance upstream from the pack boundary she had been seeking. She had finally managed to catch not just one, but two of them entirely on her own, imitating the technique that Reyes had used when she met him at the lake to the east. She had eaten the smaller of the two, but in spite of her hunger, she resisted the urge to bite into the second. This second fish was not for her. It was a gift for the pack she was hoping to join.
Soon after Reyes had left her by the lake, she had spent the better part of a day bathing and grooming herself. She had cleaned out the last remaining tufts of her winter coat and straightened up the mats and tangles. Most importantly, she had gotten rid of the fleas. That was one thing she would not want to introduce to a pack, especially one with pups. Besides, it just wouldn’t do to have fleas when presenting herself as a healer.
Butterflies flitted wildly about her stomach as she approached the border, so much that she thought she might lose the fish that she had eaten. In the past, she had visited a few packs with her father, but she had always been on the sidelines and had always remained silent while her father spoke. Now it was just her, front and center, and no one to talk for her. She didn’t know what to expect from the pack’s leader, although Reyes had spoken well of him. What if the alpha turned her away? What if he accepted her? Could she live up to the pack’s expectations?
She stopped several paces short of the boundary and set her fish on the ground. She trembled slightly as she laid it out, trying to make it appear as large as possible. She hesitated for a few seconds as she watched the golden rye stalks sway in the breeze, then finally howled, announcing her presence. She fidgeted as she waited for an answer to her call.