The woman missed her flame, the reason she was here. Having not seen Jack in some time, nor her children, the woman had plunged into what could only be described as a form of sadness. Loneliness? She missed her love, she hadn't seen Orson or Typhon since they were teens.. Cato and Hecate had to be somewhere in these lands. But the woman wanted.. friends. She wanted interaction. Racking her brain for possibilities, the woman came to the conclusion that maybe joining a pack could give her that. She hoped that Jack would follow her here. Maybe he'd sense that she was coming here and join her? She could only hope. Onai cast her blue eyes upon the trees that loomed over the packlands of Amberbjorne. The white ballerina hadn't ever been a part of a pack, at least since she'd traveled from world to world.

Her mind flashed to Jack Skellington. They had met in another land, found true love. They'd had their children, and were savagely ripped apart. Cato and Hecate had grown, they'd most likely be apart of a pack somewhere. Where they could be a family.. Honestly, her heart broke for those two. She hadn't been able to give them the life she'd wanted back in their homeland, where they were born. By the time she'd gotten here, she'd knew they'd grown into adults. Now, Orson and Typhon and Esmae followed the same path. She only wished the best for her children moving forward, but the mother had to make her own destiny. By joining a pack, she could do that. While she wouldn't be the best soldier, she would be an amazing caretaker.

Looking at the border in front of her, the woman gave a soft huff of a sigh. Onai really did miss Jack. It was all she could do to hope that he'd be joining her. Give this pack two more souls, two more wolves to help out. However, Onai wasn't going to be a charity case. She'd try to help out where she could, when she could. "You can do this, Onai." The woman told herself softly, ocean blues dancing in the sunlight around her. Her white fur glistened in the shine, as she took that step forward into the packlands. That's when she heard it, the sound of the female calling to all nearby. Her ears perked, and the woman graciously moved herself through the wooded area to get there in time. She wanted to make a good impression on the Queen. Weaving through the trees, Onai finally came up to meet the several wolves in the area. Standing on a rock, there was a couple. A gorgous femme with sunset colored fur, while her presumed husband stood next to her with horns gracing his head.

In the corner sat what looked like a mother, her children not too far away. Something seemed a bit off about her, but Onai paid it no mind. At the sound of a small child whimpering up front, the woman listened in on what the child had to say. "I..I don't know how to get back to my brothers and sisters.. Can I stay with you?" Oh, her heart broke for the little lad. Was this the way that Cato and Hecate felt all those months ago? "I'm.. lost." The woman wanted to just run up and snatch him to tell him everything was going to be alright, but it seemed the Queen would have it under control. The woman cleared her throat after the young pup was done speaking.

"I'm Onai. It's very nice to meet you two. I would love to offer my services to the both of you. I may not be a fighter, but I am an excellent caretaker. I'm a mother of several, two of which are presumed to be in the pack of Sindri, which may make forming an alliance somewhat easier. As for my other three, I'm unsure. I believe two might be headed to Hawthorne. My love, Jack Skellington, might be joining here as well. But as I said, I can do whatever you'll need me to do." The girl spoke with confidence, directed towards the Queen as she bowed her head. After speaking, she sat down, tail curling tightly around her paws.