But she had another duty to do now. Gossips never stops, and some finally met her ears. They said that there was a new pack around. And that deserved her attention. Better to befriend them than to rivalize with them. Who knew what they could be capable of? She knew that a simple disagreement could be more than enough to explode a war.
That strange scent, which she never felt, started to grow stronger. It could only be from that newly founded pack. Some said that some of their members were once from Dahlia de Mai. Others that them all were dog hybrids. What if they were both? It didn't actually matter. She had no aversion to hybrids or for other packs. She was neutral about anything, if possible.
She could now feel where the markings were. Yes, there was dog scent there. The question was: where were them? She rose her head, sniffing silently the air. Her two legged shift were quite advantageous. It allowed her to climb things, like trees.
Acrobatic like a monkey, swift and quietly like a cat, she climbed the closest tree. She walked in a branch, and sat slowly, not willing to make it shake. The view was great from up there! The grayish woman could see the meadows, the caves, the tiny houses and the beaches. 'Wonderful..!', she thought, amazed.
Wait! She wasn't there to admire the view: she was there to meet the new pack and the members. Time and luck wasn't in her side. There was nobody in her sigh. Maybe farther, where her limited vision couldn't see. Too bad.
She swung and jumped, branch to branch, toward the ground. Back to the walking, then. Her legs moved in a normal pace, her senses aware of any sign of life -at least, canine life- around the unknown territories. She could only hope not to get lost...