Pontiac
Blood was in the air, a hushed mumble about the war between pack was going around. She was stupid as to what or who had started this thing; however she wanted to know that family was safe and wouldn’t have to worry about, not that family knew about her, sure they might have heard about her in stories told from their mother, but meeting her, getting to know her. Pontiac had deprived them of that; it was not anyone other than her own fault for this. She knew it and accepted it. The ivory and sable she wolf knew that she had the rest of her life to make up for that, after all she wasn’t the one that had found love, not once but a small few times. She was coming to accept she would be an Aunt to all of her sister children the rest of her life.
Paws took her at a smooth pace to borderlines of the pack lands of her niece. With a flick of the ear the female took a deep breath holding it as she moved into the pack, she wasn’t sure what this young lady would look like, or really what she would be like, but she knew that she was family and by all means that meant that she would have to get to know her one way of the other. She let her breath go and waited.
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