She went in a random direction, not quite sure where. The four packs in the area all seemed to have their promises in their own ways. On lanky paws, Paislee set out. Over the span of a few weeks, she had almost all of the unclaimed territory memorized. She knew not of their names, nor where they started and ended exactly, but she knew a general idea of where things were. That was the easy part, making a mental map of the area. Now the difficult part came: getting accepted into one of the packs. She wasn't going to turn around when she came to a border, whichever one she came to was where she would go. Soon the open space of the unclaimed territory she had come to known so well transformed into a thick, dense forest. She trotted into the unknown lands, feeling her heart begin to race. Her paws met the earth with an almost anxious speed, padding into the soil and slowly turning into a run.

It didn't take long at such a quick pace to suddenly slide to a stop, fallen leaves and dirt flying in front of her. She lowered her head and began to try and track the nearest pack. A scent swarmed her nose, and she inhaled the wonderful aroma. Well, here goes nothing. She followed the trail to where the border was, finding the line with ease because of his strength. She took a deep breath and tilted her head back, closing her eyes. Her howl filled the air and as it drifted off, she sat down on her haunches and awaited someone to come find her.

She heard the footsteps long before the male actually showed. When she saw him, she immediately got to her feet and lowered herself to the ground. He was almost twice her size, and he held himself with dominance. She wasn't about to screw this up. She stared at the ground, not looking him directly in the eye. "I am here to ask for acceptance into your pack. I come from a land far from here, and recently I've lost my family, sir. I'm looking for a fresh start..." Her voice was quiet, yet still audible, but she dared not move until he told her she could do so. The morning light shone down through the trees, and she averted her gaze more to avoid closing her eyes. She barely breathed, nervousness taking over her entire body. Was she doing this right? Was she going to be turned away? Did the male think she was pathetic because of her size?

She cautiously looked up, never changing her stance or expression, to look for his reaction. Her eyes glowed like diamonds in the sunlight, and she felt the urge to stare back at the ground. Part of her wanted to prove her worth, that she normally wasn't this low. She was trained by an alpha and used to be mated to his son! Yet instinct made her stay where she was. If he said she could rise, she would, while still respectful, prove that she wasn't just a nomad looking for a home. She could be a valuable asset to any pack, a fierce fighter and quick runner, an excellent escapee while simultaneously one to put up a hell of a fight. One way or another, she was going to be sure this male knew she wasn't unworthy, nor pathetic. She gazed up at him, her eyes still anxious and submissive.

She heard noises behind her, and briefly through her glance over her shoulder. A herd of elk? Perhaps she could hunt sometime with this male, if he so wished. Instantly, she turned her gaze back to the Delta. She didn't want him to think she was distracted or not paying attention.

Slowly, Paislee stood, the male standing tall over her. She kept her tail down and her ears plastered to her skull, not daring to give the wrong impression of a challenge. She nodded in response to his question and then began to speak quietly. "My name is Paislee, sir. I was the daughter of two wolves who were later exiled because of our birth. They mated without the alpha's consent, so after me and my siblings could hold our own, they were cast out. I was then trained by the alpha himself, with his son. I trained for almost three years, before I was attacked by my own siblings because of a rumor that had spread about me falling in love with the prince. Me and the alpha's son, Jacob, killed two of them and injured one other, and were exiled for supposed murder, even though we had no choice. I was a rogue for a while, living in tough conditions with Jacob, and lived to see the day that my pups died and Jacob killed off." She glanced up, realizing that she still hadn't answered his question. She quickly tried to fix her mistake, "I apologize, my life story wasn't what you were looking for..." she stared at the ground, mentally scolding herself for screwing up. "But aside from that, I can hunt, fight, and track fairly well, but my real power resides in protecting and battling, sir. I would best think I fit the rank of warrior, but that's not my choice to decide, I apologize."

Apologies, shmologies, half of her argued. Tell him what you really can do! She tried her best to ignore the voice in her head, but it did get to her a little. Would just telling him be enough? She was all so new to this, she didn't want to mess anything up. Who knew stress could beat you up just as much as teeth could? She seized up to hide the shiver that racked down her spine, memories of her siblings from that cold night in the forest seeping back to her. She glanced up at the Delta male, looking and waiting for his reaction.

Her diamond eyes stared into his sky blue hues, and stray thoughts randomly swirled in her head about how similar their orbs actually were. Her gaze darted around, searching his face for any signs of annoyance or anger in his expression, and quickly realized that he was very good at keeping a blank and uninterested look on his face. She didn't move aside from changing her line of sight. Her ears picked up the fading footsteps of the elk behind her, and she wondered if once she was accepted, she could help in a hunt to take some of the meat for themselves before the other packs took the opportunity away from them. She gently nodded to the male. "I, Paislee, swear my life to the pack, and will throw myself in front of danger to protect my fellow pack members," she replied, a feeling trickling from her head down her spine and dripping to every part of her being. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. Pure happiness came seldom ever since she lost her family. She then realized that she was about to be accepted into another family, which she would have to bond with, but nonetheless, she was gaining a new home. She watched the white male, wondering how he was feeling. Had he ever accepted anybody before? Was this such a common thing to him that she was literally just another wolf in the towering pile? She never took her eyes off of him, pale blue orbs staring at him intently. She might've thought it was a tad like begging, if she was to look at herself right now, she would take pity on the wolf before her. Once a great warrior, gone through peril and troubles, now refusing to even lift her ears from her skull and take her tail from between her legs. Pathetic, a voice snapped at her in her head. But quickly, the voice was diminished by the joy spreading through her, like snow melting into harmless water.