Anaia suddenly halted. She’d been so preoccupied with her own thoughts she hadn’t realized she’d come into wolf land. She sniffed warily; she didn’t think she’d crossed the pack border yet, but it was definitely close. While she was cautious, she was slightly pleased. It had been so long since she’d smelled another of her kind, and she had been half afraid she would never smell anything besides snow again.
She sat and licked her injured hind leg, grateful for the excuse to take yet another break. Should she risk crossing the territory, or go around? She knew she might find easy food inside, but she knew packs were protective of their land and food, and if she wasn’t careful she could get herself killed – especially if she got caught stealing. The idea didn’t appeal to her; she’d always considered herself honest, but the pain gnawing at her stomach pushed many of her morals from her mind. The question of her safety, however, is what caused her to pause. She eyed the land ahead of her, wondering just how far away the border really was, and how big the territory was.
“It’s nothing that can’t be decided after a brief rest.” She muttered to herself, settling herself a little better so as to relieve weight from her injury.