Lizzy

The silver she-wolf travelled silently, stride enough to carry her nearly a hundred miles without tiring. There were territories on either side of her, which she was careful to steer clear of.
The ears upon her head were swiveling back and forth to locate anyone. The scent was very old, and nobody had been there for months. Tail lowered, she knew her hopes were dwindling for acceptance.
She didn't know the pack she wanted to join was called the Ochotona Mountains pack, but she did know it did not have many members and would not be as successful in hunting. So she preferred smaller packs.
Lizzy was half dog, made so by fate and could not change it. She would not belong in the human world with her instinctive longing to hunt and kill. She really didn't look like a dog. Other than her ears, which were large and triangular unlike that of a wolf, her paws were as large as dinnerplates. Her fur was coarser than the average tamed dog, and her overall body shape screamed wolf.
As a pup, Lizzy had no trouble blending in with the other dogs. But as she'd aged it became clear that she had wild ancestors, and her little girl had to let her go. Being shed of the last tie that bound her to humans, Lizzy had gone north, following her instincts and the visions that had called her for so long. She was free, and now she wanted a pack to prove herself worthy, and that she wasn't just a half-breed.

Azja

Alpha brute stalked in as a new scent came to his nares, cranium was lowered towards the ground sniff, finding her. Auds perked as he caught the scent, peds picked up his movements, soon he was upon her, behind her. Banner raied his alpha position, cranium was held high, he snorted. Maw opened to emit a bark to her. Orbs glanced over her bodice, she was like him, part wolf and part dog. Though he was mostly dog, he was larger then any wolf, dog, or hybrid in thie valley. Fangs bared as he waited for her to turn to face him.

Lizzy

She hybrid's ears swiveled in his direction and she stopped dead. She did not turn to face him instantly, for fear held her in check - the sudden fear of being caught but not understanding why. Had she crossed the borders? No. She would have smelled them. Then instinct took over.
Lizzy turned to face the alpha almost reluctantly, and noted just how large he was. He was a hybrid - his scent gave him away, but now came more important matters. Only instinct taught her what to do. Rolling onto her back, she tucked her tail between her legs and flattened her ears against her head - the white flag of surrender. All she wanted was a place to live, and she would come in and be good. She did not dare look him in the eye, and if he told her to rise, she would.
First impressions really weren't her 'thing'.

Azja

Brute stalked forwards, nares opened wide, sniffing her, circling her cringed bodice. As he came back around her he sat back on his haunchs. Auds slightly pinned back he bark to say she could rise. "I'm Azja, alpha of the Ochotana Mountains pack. Who are you?" He ask, his tone was a little annoyed.