Who: Mercy Thompon and YOU Where: The gates? When: IDK this evening! What: arrival Warnings: none? Status: Open, in progress
She knew waking up that this wasn't home. She couldn't feel Adam or Bran, and neither were often far from her heart or Pack bonds. The first thing she did was strip down, carefully bundle her clothing, then shift. A coyote covered more ground than a human.
Six hours and many miles later found her in a town. Empty, ransacked, decrepit. After sniffing around and seeing no signs of trouble, she shifted back, and holed up for the night. Morning light saw her at the local mechanic's shop, picking up some tools. She'd jumped a decent Jeep and drove it over. Packing it with spare parts - oil, lug nuts, oil filters, belts, etc, and basic tools - before storing water in the front. It had good tires, a spare, and a set of two ten gallon gas tanks.
She raised every last truck she saw, before striking out. It had taken a lot of careful time, stopping the Jeep, getting out and using get nose, to find tracks and then a trail to the camp. She drove up cautiously, the hard top was removed and tucked on top of all the spare parts, so she pulled herself up to wave a white towel at the gates. “Hello!!”