She thought that this was the place that he had specified, but wasn’t completely certain. She had gotten some directions from a few animals along the way, but animals weren’t exactly reliable. Half of them were afraid to speak to her at all because she was a wolf, and the other half had probably lied to her to get her to go away. She hadn’t threatened them at all, having acted in a very civil and polite manner overall, so she didn’t understand it. She could only hope that their information was accurate and that she would be reaching the borders of the Cercatori D’Arte pack soon.
It had been a long trip. The luperci’s legs ached from the walk. She had stopped several times to rest up and try and get them to stop hurting, but nothing had seemed to work. If Ouija was indeed inside of these lands then she would try and get a leg-rub out of him before she left again. Perhaps he would allow her to stay long enough for her sore muscles to mend a little before he sent her on her way, as well. Again, she could only hope.
If she had come out to this place in the middle of nowhere for no reason, she’d be pretty pissed. The girl grumbled to herself a little bit as she walked, sniffing around every couple of minutes. As she neared the border area her nose caught scent of something faint. It grew as she came closer and her ears perked up a bit, eyes searching about. Was this the border? She stopped, unsure, leaning against a tree for support. Damn, did her legs hurt. Hello? Is anyone out there?” She called.