Meurtrier trotted across the snowy ground, picking up the faint, musky scent of pack wolves. She moved quickly towards the border, ready to become one with herself again. She knew it was time in her heart, it is what Cora and her mother would have wanted. She had isolated herself for far too long, now it was time to embrace her inner potential and become a pack wolf. She knew she would be a helpful addition to this pack in the winter. She was a skilled hunter and could support herself as well as other wolves easily. She moved forward silently, not making a sound in the snow. Small paws hardly made any sound at all, especially in the snow. The white fae seemed like a ghost, silent in white in the quiet, snowy atmosphere. Winter was her favorite season because she was easily disguised and she loved the way silence engulfed the world around her. She effortlessly glided through the snow until she smelled the strong markers along the border. She wrinkled her nose, unfamiliar to the scent of pack wolves.

With her maw pointed to the sky, Meurtrier let out a booming howl, letting the wolves know she was there. She was ready to face anyone. She groomed her fur quickly, making sure she was presentable. Her amber eyes burned, hoping somebody would soon answer her call. She couldn't handle her anxiety anymore, she just wanted to be surrounded by the presence of warm bodies and the fragrant, woodsy smell of another wolf's fur. Her paws tingled with excitement at the thought of her silently running through the snow with other wolves, their breaths forming a large cloud above them. She twitched her muzzle, attempting to get the snow out of her whiskers. The grey clouds above her made her feel comforted and at peace with herself. The feeling was pure bliss and sincerity. She leaned back on her haunches and tilted her head to the side, awaiting for the moment in which she would see a wolf galloping towards her.

She looked at the brute standing in front of her. Except for his size and his stunning blue eyes, the wolf in front of her was almost identical. His deep voice was calm and unfazed, yet his stance was dominant and stern. He appeared to be gentle though. Meurtrier dipped her head in respect, letting her ears sink against her head. "I've come to join your ranks, dear Delta." She said swooping her tail low to the snowy ground. "I know winter is upon the lands, but I can offer you myself. I am good at hunting, so I could earn my keep as well as feed others. I could be a hunter." She said, rolling her tongue over her small pointed teeth and then her cold nose. It was a nice day, the blistering winds only penetrating her fur once in a while. She yawned, realizing she was a little weary and worn after travelling for a long time. She rolled her shoulders, attempting to relieve some of the stiffness. She redirected her attention back to the Delta, dipping her head again to show respect once more.