Muerda was one who was unlikely to go crawling to someone or a pack for help. But right now she needed it. Injured and tired was not a way to be prepared for Winter. Needing a home to settle down in and call hers'. Behind her right ear was a stinging pain. The rip from that little shit back at the lake or falls (she couldn't recall it) hurt a bit. Having a nasty look on her face she sniffed around. The scent of a packs borders was close. It brought her body to a tense position. Her fur stood up a bit. If she was going to get attacked again she better as well leave. Being in no mood to get beat up again.
Daring to take a step forward her tense body sensed someone or something close. A soft breeze brought the scent to her. Muerda was a bit on edge so she held her stiff position with her neck out towards the direction the smell came from. tail swaying, not in a good way, more of in a irritated way. Green eyes scanned the area. She didn't dare speak a word. Something that almost seemed foolish now. Staying silent and on edge seemed smart. Nothing to worry about if no one cane hear you. Right?
For now on she promised herself she would be the strong and wise woman who ran the Dnakinna Pack. Wise choices and a high held head. Keeping herself presentable and good looking. Reaching her goals no matter what. Muerda would be the one to rise the highest in these lands.