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Valinta rubbed the scars on her shoulder as she rested against a shaded tree briefly, the hard journey north wearing at her heavily. She had gone from the beach house so far south to an area so far north. The trip had taken a few days, especially with Gunnar to keep with her. The young boy, while not yet shifted, was a rather speedy runner and had taken to the journey with ease. Something the darkly-furred woman was grateful for.
Letting her mind drift, she thought of the dress and gloves she had found, tucked back away in the trunk in the house. She had folded them lovingly, with the utmost care, as though the fragile garments would wither away to dust in her light grip if she didn't fold them just so. Valinta wandered on, lost in her thoughts, so deeply entwined in her memories she didn't notice or care if her son followed.
She had heard of a pack. One situated in the mountains, where the members lived in caves. At first she had smirked at the thought -- living in caves? A barbaric way to live -- but the more she had realized the ideals of those cave-dwelling wolves, dogs, and coyotes, the more she fell in love with the pack. It had taken her a while to realize that it would be the best home for her and Gunnar, but once she did, she set off immediately.
Having had it drilled into her from a young age that homes were integral to life, Valinta knew that she needed to get to the pack quickly, and join it. To have a home for her little boy (who wasn't so little anymore) and herself. From there she could go about figuring out who she was, as she had done little of that at all in her life.
The Russian-born woman learned how to fish and speak, how to track and infiltrate other packs, how to fight and how to live, but she hadn't learned herself. It disgusted her, this lack of knowledge. And in some part of her, deep down, past the dancer and the fighter and the mother, there was a seething mass of Valinta that knew a pack was important to learning that. Most specifically, this pack.
Anathema. The place where Valinta would live and reside and hopefully integrate herself into. If she wouldn't.... She could leave. She would leave. The female knew that if all else failed, she could survive as a loner, despite it going against instinct deeply ingrained in her psyche.
Standing at a border smelling strongly of wolves, Valinta smiled with more warmth and happiness than she had in a long while. Letting out a loud howl, she let it be known that she sought audience with the leadership. A home was awaiting her, and hopefully a home is what she would get. Not being on the border or on the lands was crucial, she knew. She stayed carefully on neutral lands and stood respectfully, her hands behind her back.
Now all she could do was wait for someone to respond, and wait she would.
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