[color=blue] Joanne [/color]

It had been the weirdest, saddest, happiest morning that Joanne had ever experienced. She was still trying to make sense of it all as she wandered about the camp, trying to get her bearings and a grip on what had happened to her. From Alaska to New York in the blink of an eye, Joanne had never even been to the lower 48 before. The daughter of a Greek goddess…her family killed practically in front of her, gods and goddesses and mythical creatures, all real…where would it end? Joanne would have sworn she was hallucinating if she didn’t see it all right in front of her nose.

They had given her some time and space to “relax and adjust,” Chiron said. And she gladly took it, taking off to see what she could learn of her new “home.” That was another thing she was going to have to get used to…she had no real home, really nothing except the clothes on her back, her bow, and of course, Smoke.

Trailing closely behind her, the female gray wolf could feel her mistress’s confusion, depression, and anxiety…and it made her nervous. Smoke clearly knew something was very, very wrong. The smells, sounds, people…all were different from home. And that a significant part of her mistress’ pack had been killed, that was the worst of it. She wished she could do SOMETHING, but beyond staying close to Joanne to protect and comfort her, there was nothing she could do.

As they continued to explore, Joanne could make out voices in the distance, a male and  female. She was always good at that, a gift from her mother she figured. “…in Alaska tracking some monsters that my mother set me on. Sadly they ended up killing a couple before I could get to them.” Joanne’s blood froze. A sudden sense of determination came over her. Finally, here was somebody who could give her some much needed answers. 

Joanne climbed up the hill in a few moments, with Smoke right on her heels. They both made no sound, and the few creatures around ignored them. It was as if they were ghosts. Scaring the crap out of people was not the way to introduce oneself, Joanne knew, and she slowed down to a walking pace, deliberately scuffing her feet on the ground so that the two could hear their approach. Joanne timed it so that she would pop out right in the middle of a lull in the conversation, and practically ran right smack into the two.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” Joanne said. “I hope we didn’t scare you or anything, We’re a bit new here and still trying to get our bearings.” She then stuck out her hand, the other still clutching her bow. “I’m Joanne.” Smoke came alongside Joanne and sat down. She looked up at Joanne, silently saying “What about me?” Joanne quickly took the cue, ruffling Smoke’s ears as she added “and this is Smoke.”

(OOC: shorts, hiking shoes, 2018 Iditarod t-shirt, Alaska State Police fleece, Vancouver Canucks baseball cap, and a big female gray wolf :)) @RumikoOhara, @soren