Nadine neared the edges of Paradise Falls. She recalled hearing of it from Isla, and for quite some time she had kept her distance… but as winter grew on, and food grew harder to catch… well, she had come to run out of options. Hunger had burned in her belly as she arrived at the border, her frame thinner than most as she glanced at where she could smell the scent markings were located. Their borders were patrolled regularly, and she was painfully aware of the fact that she had nothing to bring… sort of.
Her skills were not in the harder sciences… hunting and fighting. She was capable at both, but she was much smoother with her mouth and talking out alliances, trade agreements, and the likes. The area she had been from had been war torn, though it appeared the lands she now wandered in search of her family and her love were faring far better than that. They did not seem to have any active conflict. She had not come across any fields that would make her question as such. There were a lack of bloodstains.
She raised her maw to the sky and let out a howl for the leaders, waiting patiently and a respectful distance from the borders in order to be met and spoken with.