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WC: 493
Well, this was a different sight. The cynical, antisocial wolf was joining a pack. Never in her life had she ever dreamed of joining a pack; the closest thing to a pack that she had ever been in was a group of stowaways on a ship she had boarded, and that was quite a while ago already. Even back then she hadn't gotten along well, usually being the one to unintentionally start scuffles.
Maybe this time around she could manage to get along somewhat well with her future companions. Noire Nishant knew that she needed a place to stay during her relentless search for her sister, and after hearing about the pack in the mountains she decided that Anathema was the place for her. The mere fact that they were superstitious was nearly enough to convince the dark-colored female that she was coming to the right place. She wasn't sure how she'd fare as far as living a life inside caves, but she'd manage. Her eyes would adjust after a while, just like they did when she'd hide in the cargo of vessels before someone eventually found her.
Once she had first caught sight of the mountains from a distance early one morning a few days ago, Noire planned to get there by nightfall, set up camp and rest, and after spearing a rabbit or two she'd look for the caves where Anathema lived. Unfortunately, like most of the things in her life, things didn't go according to plan.
She hadn't managed to reach Halcyon by sunset; it took a few days for her to reach the bottom, especially since trees just so happened to block her vision when she needed to look up and make sure she was heading in the right direction. Then Noire was faced with the issue of finding an entrance, which took what felt like an eternity even after she tried relying mostly on scent. By the time she found a good tunnel that smelled strongly of a pack, she didn't feel like heading back and trying to remember the various twists and turns she had taken during her search. She had left her jacket, notebook, and pen behind somewhere in the forest, but again she felt no need to return and instead decided she'd head back later. At least she had remembered to wear her belt.
After finally arriving, Noire stared into the darkness for a few minutes, trying to relax and let the day's frustration leave her. The last thing she wanted was to be seen as tense when joining the pack. She didn't know any of the members and wasn't sure how welcoming the leader was. When she felt that she had calmed down considerably, she tilted her muzzle and let out a howl, trying not to sound too demanding but also wanting to be heard. The way the sound echoed through the tunnel fascinated her. This might not turn out too bad after all.