(Oh okay sorry. I am so blind.)
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"I fall to pieces when nobody's there, but when they are I look like I don't care..."
◘Acala was alone, so alone. Her paws were cut and bleeding, her breathing ragged. Every inch of her screamed with silent agony. But despite it all she was happy. Happy because she was free of everything that was bad about her old life, and free to start it all anew. New pack, new home, new life; it was going to be fine. So why was she so angry? She shook the bad thoughts out of her head, determined not to let them get to her. Placing one cautious paw forwards after the other, she entered foreign territory. The first thing that hit her was the scents. So many of them, making her feel like an intruder. Which, she supposed, she was. She drank them in, storing them for later use, and kept going. Almost unknowingly, her pace sped up as the scents got stronger, excitement and terror flooding through her veins. But she kept her guard up, knowing how volatile wolf temperaments could be with strangers.◘
◘Location: Pack territory. Headed for camp.
◘Mood: Nervous and excited.
◘Rank: None yet.