A silver she-wolf padded through the sequoia forest. She could have been easily mistaken for a coyote if not for her scent and some of the wolfish features she displayed. She almost blended in with the alabaster snow. The wraith was heavily scarred, most notably on her face. The left side of her face looked to be ripped off. Her left ear was also torn. Other scars dotted her body, most notably around her legs.
Adrestia was not particularly in love with this goddessesforsaken weather. She wasn't freezing but she wasn't comfortable. She fucking hated it though, but she recieved a dream of the north star. She recognized the signs of the goddesses, Moira, Kismet, and Lacheisis. She was bound to their command so she followed the northern star. She arrived in these lands. She could hunt small game on her own. Her white fur was good for something. She was looking for pack borders because she knew she wouldn't be able to take care of herself on her own for the long term. But also she found her purpose in healing others and she beleived the goddesses guided her here for a reason.
Adrestia stopped as she scented pack borders. She couldn't be picky. She howled, calling for a leader.