Rexanna relished in the wet grass, the fog giving the night an almost misty feel. It was calming to the ex-fighter, and though she was out because of less than pleasant reasons, the eerie scenery had a strange affect on the doberman. She was going slightly upwards, but wasn't quite sure where she was. Morning was coming soon though, so she wouldn't have to worry about ir for too much longer.

So the Balto queen kept going, figuring once the fog thinned out and she got a bit of light she'd head home. Sitting around wasn't her thing, and the last she checked she was heading the right way; though the highway should have been close enough to hear had she been right. Uhg, what kind of queen has no sense of direction. She was dar from directionally challenged, but in this weather she wasn't the most accurate of travellers.

Besides, before she got to the Balto pack, she had always gone wherever and dealt with the problems when she met them. And as a fighting animal, she had enough problems for quite a few dogs. It was almost impossible to stay in one area for long, dogs were always threatening and fighting. . . back then it was exhillerating, but now, even thinking about it made Rexanna tired.

How did a dog like me become the Balto queen? Really, Alto must have seen something in her that she didn't because Balto dogs were peaceful, quiet, calm, kind, everything that didn't come without difficulty to Rexanna. She was often sarcastic, impatient, and reckless. . . part of the reason she was out in the first place.

This mess with the Mafia and Karia pack was so rediculous, she couldn't rest knowing that they could show up any minute. . . that her pack wasn't truley safe until the animals were run out of Raymount forever.

. . . speaking of the Karia pack, with the sun rising, and the fog clearing up; Rexanna immediately knew where she was. "Oh great." She growled curtly, turning toward the closest exit to this territory to her. But. . . then she heard a howl. Some mutt wanted to join this pack. . .

Feuled by curiosity and a touch of anger, Rexanna slunk closer to the area she heard the howl come from, hazel eyes searching for the dog that made the call.

Rexanna froze, hearing the growl from the other dog's muzzle. The other was good, to recognize another's scent so quickly. Shoot, she knew she was there. Even so, the doberman didn't split, this dog wasn't part of this pack yet; she could talk to a loner without harm being done.

"Hey now, if I wanted to fight you'd know." Rexanna spoke, an amused hint to her sarcastic tone. Eventually she had figured that it was better to introduce herself than have the other spring out of paranoia.

Rexanna stepped out, now close enough for the other female to see her, but far enough away to give the girl some space. She didn't look like one that did great having her space invaded, but then again neither was she. . . "So you want to be a Karia." The queen's bark was sharp, but almost gentle; a skill she had earned while living in Balto lands. Dogs were so kind there, it was much too easy to scare them off. . .

Needless to say, the female looked the part of said pack; muscular, intimidating in the sense that she had quite a few inches on Rexxana's own height. Though, so did Rexxana; scarred, muscular and a bit intimidating at first glance. "Would it be rude to ask you what lead you to these pack lands?"