Titania Faye was a survivor. It was something that she had been born with and not something for which she would ever apologize. Yeah, she had lied to her father but so what? He had made himself a victim by being so easily manipulated. And Titania was sick of dealing with all of her mother's wack job traditions. Thank your prey for giving up its life in order to feed you? Yeah right, it wasn't like it just broke its own neck and laid itself at her feet. She had to take its life. That's how the world works, Titania thought to herself, you have to take what you want. That being said, she had had an awfully hard time finding food. To be honest, she wasn't the best huntress, and was especially bad at hunting when she didn't have a partner. The young Faye had never dreamed that she would be alone for so long after she left Revelry Rapids, but she still had not found a pack that suited her. So she pressed on, half starved and with a nasty gash on her hind leg that made her walk with a slight limp. Turned out she wasn't too good at fighting off a wolverine on her own either.
Titania came to a stop as the tall cedar trees began to dwindle and the ground beneath her feet grew moist and squishy. She was approaching some kind of marsh and was loathe to drag herself through the mud. Just because she felt like crap didn't mean she had to look like it too. The wound on her leg and the ribs that were beginning to show under her matted fur were enough to make any wolf think she was a ragged mess. Titania was reluctant to add to that problem. Staring down the marsh as if it was just another enemy she had to fight off, the tea colored girl gave a heavy sigh. It was high time to find somewhere to settle down for awhile.