The girl had never much interest in joining a pack. But h e l l, she was always down for a new adventure. There were many in these lands. The vampires of Hawthorne didn't seem much her speed, too blood thirsty. The pack of Dawnshire didn't seem like her type, filled with men and only ruled by them. Plus, she had heard a rumor of a big wedding taking place. She didn't assume there would be any availible males for her there. The lands of Amberbjorne seemed to be the same. Plus, Phobus and Deimus kinda spooked her. She knew of Phobus's evils, as he had been with her before. Sabertooth seemed like a safe bet, but she didn't see much chance of growth for her there. There were some new lands openeing.. specifically Tarben. And the new Alpha. Beartooth.

Soraya knew of Beartooth, they had a little flirt and some time together a while ago. The ballerina seemed to think it would be fun to see him as King.. or fail as King. Whichever happened, she wanted to be there to see that happen. Beartooth wasn't the type to settle down, and she understood that. Nor was she. But that wouldn't stop her from hoping for some kinda flirty place in his life again, a place to take his anger out, a place to take his stress away. Whatever he'd like to do with her, he may. That wasn't the point though. Soraya also wanted protection, especially from Phobus. That man might have it out for her. Soraya hoped for protection, and maybe to rise through the ranks in his pack. She had potential to be an amazing soldier.

The long limbs connected to the russet bodice brought her to the edges of the land. Raising her muzzle to the sky, she let forth a call for Beartooth, willing him to the border. She then lowered her head, pacing back and forth. A bit of worry nipped at her, that he might not remember her or he might not accept her. They'd been together so long ago, so much had happened. "God, am I being an idiot being here?" she murmured to herself before she shook her head. No. He would want more members.