Hal found herself wandering further and further from pack territory each time she hit a solo patrol. While she was not shirking her duties necessarily, or so she told herself, she was looking for something. Or rather, someone. As an alpha’s daughter, she felt a lot of responsibilities in honoring her pack. And one of those responsibilities were to find a strong suitor and produce strong children. Perhaps, in reality, ‘responsibility’ was not an accurate description for Swiftfell, but that was her take on it at at least.

Halcyon was the daughter of a rogue female and the alpha. The first daughter, the first child, in fact. She idolized her papa and wanted nothing more than to be just like him. And so she had spread out her patrol terrain in the hopes that she would encounter an impressive candidate to give her strong children.

She knew there were options in the pack, of course. It wasn’t that she hadn’t noticed, and certainly wasn’t that she thought herself too good for any of them. Simply there wasn’t anyone in particular she wanted. Not to mention: new blood was important and she believed offering strong lines from outsiders was the most practical choice.

She also wouldn’t have to put up with the father if she didn’t want to, she added as a mental note.

Hal was now officially outside of pack territory and she felt guilt begin to creep up inside her chest. She was on the verge of turning around and heading home when a scent caught her attention. It was a different smell than she was used to. Distinctly wolf, but somehow more... wild?

She stood planted, indecisive as to investigate or return to the safety of pack lands. The moon was high, and she still had plenty of night cover left... and so, Halcyon chose to investigate, telling herself it was important to know who was (technically) so near the boarder of the pack.

“oo DED”
sorry for the lack of formatting! I’m doing this on my phone.