A relatively short post, but it shall grow more detailed when Ralla meets Belle :3

Running, running, running; evermore.

The pack on Sugar's back was now bulging with whatever Ralla had picked up from Long Gone places, and she was excited to be returning to AniWaya. The journey would be only a few more days before she returned back to the packlands, and then she would give her findings to her packmates as thank you gifts, and...and...! Ooh, Moon curse this journey taking so long! Duties first, duties first... Gotta check the woodpile, restock everyone's firewood, gather more, check the tools, check the Town Hall, return Sugar, and get my hut started before winter!

Running along the outskirts of a forest, where the trees were sparce and hills instead rolled like a sea, Ralla and Sugar were but a blur as she panted with near-exhaustion. Sugar's breathing was fine for the time, but Ralla had been pushing herself a little too much for the past few days to try and run her journey path as fast as possible. Even more so, she was worried that she was going the wrong way, even though she followed the setting sun now to return to AniWaya. There was always that possibility that she was not going in a straight line and had instead taken a large loop. But since she didn't smell any other pack borders, she thought she was safe.

Until now.

A faint scent of a territory marker wafted to Ralla's nose, but she didn't stop running as she altered her course to veer around it. Who's? After her encounter with Talitha Lykoi, Ralla only knew of the Inferni pack by name also inhabiting Nova Scotia. Another pack meant more diversity, but it also meant possible hostility. Still, she kept on. The knowledge that she would soon be home brought to mind one of her favored songs that she had learned on the gypsy luperci ship on her way over to Nova Scotia, and she subconsciously hummed it in her mind as her paws barely skimmed the waves of grass.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.