Sacred Grove Looking for a new home

It was a beautiful night in the Sacred Grove. The moon and stars were shinning bright against the dark sky. Accailia felt compelled to sing but held her lips tight, not wanting to alert the Swift River pack of her presence. She wanted to ask permission to join but didn't want to summon the leaders. Accailia was taught in her former pack that it was rude to call for a leader, they should be able to come to you of their own free will and on their own time. She wandered around the Grove, admiring her surroundings.

Accailia breathed in the cool night air and padded through the slow melting snow, over to a nearby tree. She sat down and thought of her past. Living with a group of lone wolf families. One wolf she would never forget from back then was Fallen, her dear old friend. She had no words to describe how happy she felt when she saw him once more in Relic Lore. She hoped he was doing alright, he had seemed a little thin. She shook her head, this wasn't the time to worry. He was more than likely doing just fine.

She thought of the wolves she had met while she was in Relic Lore, one in particular stood out in her mind besides Fallen, Triell. She hadn't known him for very long and she had already begun to grow fond of the black male. She hoped he saw her as a friend as well but she wasn't sure. Then there was the incident with Sol. He had insulted and mocked Triell and she defended him and tackled Sol. Accailia had no idea what had compelled her to do that, maybe she was already protective of her new friend. Either way, she knew she should have settled with just yelling at Sol, but it was already over with and in the past. Accailia looked to her future, hoping to be accepted into Swift River. All she had to do now was wait.