Ashanti wandered, someone had stolen her heart, stabbed it, mauled it, killed it, then brought it back to life, stuck it back in her chest and walked away. How could someone have been so inhumane enough to do that. She was still acting strong willed, but she wasn't, her heart burned, ached as she slowly descended from the mountains she was born in. She was no longer welcome there. She'd been born here, raised there for her whole life, although she'd only been alive 18 months, and most of them, she'd been stuck in a birthing den for, her heart was heavy as she went farther and farther away from there. Still, she looked and looked for a place to call home, a pack to call family. She was terrified of not being good enough, afraid of failing, she'd almost given up trying. Her mother, father, siblings, all dead. Killed viciously by her aunt.
Ashanti had changed her last name, Aranna, to remember where her parents, siblings, had gone after death. Ashanti believed all wolves went to the sacred realm of Aranna after death, she thought they'd be eternally grateful and be at peace for the rest of they're days, no need to fight for scraps of food. AS Ashanti go closer to the ground, they richer prey became, it made her wonder, why did they live up in the mountains with all the prey below the mountains? It made no since, she prepared to hunt a fat, plump hare.