[Mercury]

Alana had given her a rank, and the name of her new mentor, and Mercury wasted no time in seeking out the she-wolf known as Sansa. A howl was sent forth from the Dark Moon's maw, and she hailed for the Hydra.  Alana hadn't gone into much about the former parallax, and Mercury hadn't really been in the questioning mood.  Now that she thought about it, a few more details could have been useful.  She considered turning back to find Alana, but then thought it wasn't really something she needed to bother her sister Queen about. Instead, she simply asked a few members, who swiftly pointed her in the proper direction.

Mercury stood patiently in the "yard" by the denning grounds. Far enough out of the way that she would not be in anyone's way, but close enough that she could people watch.  She was slightly under the cover of one of Nardir's shady trees, and the breeze ruffled through the fur of both her ruff and that on her collar.  She inhaled, taking in the scents as well as the sights, and sighed.  It didn't even smell like Nardir...  While the transitions from Nardir to Nardir experienced Alana and the pack had been gradual, with a clear timeline and path between them, Mercury had fast-forwarded, and was trying to decompress all that had passed in her mind.  It was hard to do.

To say she was nervous would be a bit too much.  A tad apprehensive, possibly, but overall, Mercury was fairly eager to meet Sansa.  Maybe if she could get back into a normal routine, she would be able to finally feel like she had come home.  The Dark Moon still felt very much adrift, and while she was more eager to seek out the familiar faces that Alana told her still resided in Nardir, she was less exuberant about meeting the new ones.  They reminded her of exactly how out of place she was here, a relic of a time long past. The product of an alternate reality, as it were.