02-06-2009, 04:53 PM
Yeah, I stink at coming up with names for threads.
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Here she stood again. It was funny where life brought a person. Hanna stood once more at the borders of Phoenix Valley, but north of where she'd found Pendzez. The white warrior had filled her in on some of the details of the pack, but she wanted to really look around, and she wanted to talk to the alpha, as well. She hoped to learn a bit of the pack's history, maybe his ideals, that sort of thing. She wanted to introduce herself, as well, and name off her skills, getting it out of the way for later. She'd decided, after all. The life of a loner was difficult, and it was too easy to let her emotions get to her. She needed the support of a pack to keep her sane.
Here she stood again. It was funny where life brought a person. Hanna stood once more at the borders of Phoenix Valley, but north of where she'd found Pendzez. The white warrior had filled her in on some of the details of the pack, but she wanted to really look around, and she wanted to talk to the alpha, as well. She hoped to learn a bit of the pack's history, maybe his ideals, that sort of thing. She wanted to introduce herself, as well, and name off her skills, getting it out of the way for later. She'd decided, after all. The life of a loner was difficult, and it was too easy to let her emotions get to her. She needed the support of a pack to keep her sane.
She'd keep her promise to Cercelee, by continuing to train Svara in the ways of the medic, but she couldn't have further non-business dealings with the pack; it was too difficult. Glancing around, she saw no one, and chose to utter a smooth howl of greeting to whomever was nearest her, bringing her presence to notice. Her clothing was on, she was clean, her friend Tobias the hawk sat unjessed and unhooded on the falconer's glove she wore on her arm, and her knives sat in their sheathes about her waist. Her medic's satchel was slung over one shoulder, draped against the opposite hip, utilitarian style.
"Hanna speaks."