Mira & Chance
Anxiety had her in it's clutches within seconds of the old alpha's suggestion, enough to usually find her in a right state. Usually she'd be pacing with swift strides, spinning on dimes, mumbling to herself, and whining in distinctly inhuman tones at her far too amused companion. Had she respected the old wolf any less, that would be the case this time as well, dismissing his presence entirely in order to sate the panicked energy bubbling beneath the surface. But no, arms wrapped around herself as though to ward off the scorn and biting words she'd come to expect, back ramrod straight and frame filled taunt with tension, wide brown eyes stared into the elder's obsidian even as her distress mounted and the beasts within violently protested the thought of willingly submitting to the harsh torment of her peers. Fighting back the flood of panic threatening to drown her, it was with a mournfully well practiced ease she focused on the positives to help soothe the instinctive scream.
If she met the pack, then perhaps she could lend a hand here and there as thanks for putting up with her during the moon. She would get to spend time with other wolves, perhaps even some as kind as the optimistic elder before her. Though optimistic might be putting it mildly, since she really rather doubted it would be 'a good fit'. Perhaps as a scapegoat, but in that case she'd really rather keep traveling. There really wasn't much she could think of, and a greater fear outweighed the positives she could manage to scrape up. The need to bolt had faded, though not vanished, so she was content to move on and address the largest source of her hesitance.
"You don't think I'd wear out my welcome before the moon?" Giving voice to her greatest concern, she absently bit at her lower lip in nervous habit, a hand reaching down to scratch at her companion's ears.




