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TJ got accepted quickly, so his thread will be coming soon.
Word count: 257, worth no points.
After doing some last looking around, Hanna made her decision. AniWaya was the place for her. It seemed right; seemed like a place that Hanna would enjoy calling home. Everyone had their place, had their duties, and that was what the woman needed. A place to call her own that allowed her to use all of her talents to better everyone else. A down-home earthy place that, while it embraced the help that shifting brought, also cherished the old ways and the old things. Yes, AniWaya was this place, and hopefully she would soon call it home.
She made her way into the Serena Reserve, startling a small herd of wapiti that were standing nearby, but today she was not in the mood to hunt. She was on a mission. Over the plains, through stands of trees, and right up to the edge of borders Hanna went. She couldn't be certain who would answer her call, but she held onto the hope that it would be the leader. Her head tilted back, satchels that were filled with all her earthly belongings set away from her a bit, Hanna let loose a brilliant soprano call to the surroundings.
When the last echoes had died away, Hanna's chin dipped and her head swiveled around to make sure everything was in order. She didn't want to be fiddling with things when her greeter came, no matter what their rank was, so she made quick work of it and then sat down upon a convenient stump just ahead of her satchels.