Soft brown eyes shone in the darkness of the forest. A small grey and black shadow slowly trekked along through the dark forest. Her ears were straining, on edge from the permeating scent of coyotes that seemed to be everywhere Thankfully, the young wolf hadn’t encountered any yet. She had even lucked out on finding a dead hare that had been washed away the sudden surges of the nearby Rush. Dead meals weren’t the best, but Aleiana wasn’t about to start complaining about her current state.
It had been a couple of days since she had entered this land as a refuge, so far, she had done alright with avoiding other wolves. An irrational fear that they’d know who was and somehow call for her old pack to collect her. There had to be a reward out whispering for her capture back near her mountainous home. She paused, shallowing, home was the wrong word. A prison was a far more fitting term. It left her feeling sick and nervous, she had seen the bones of the earth that jutted out west of here, was there another pack on that mountain? One who sacrificed their own people? And lead a twisted cult-like life that made delusion of the outside world?
Hastily, the small wolf gave her head a shake, quickly deciding that she didn’t want to find out after all. Licking her lips, she turned her slender head toward the nearby river, she had been following it and keeping it in earshot, now seemed like the best time to get a drink. She made her way to the river, pausing and working her way down the eroded shore before plunging her snout in and lapping away, a soft, content groan escaping.