While he had never left her alone for very long, she wondered if maybe he’d gotten side-tracked, or distracted, and was just taking a while. But as the day had passed and turned into night again, and her searches of the immediate area turned up nothing, Pan’s hopes of seeing him again seemed to die along with the waning daylight. It seemed clear that Luca, too, had left her.
Tears stung her eyes that night, hurt by this apparent abandonment. Especially because she couldn't understand why. But by the next morning, instinct and resolve had kicked back in. The child had risen with the first light of day to keep venturing in the direction Luca had previously told her this supposed family of wolves would be. She might not have her friend anymore, but she still had just a tiny bit of hope that her family might one day find her here.
And lo and behold, he was right. Eventually, Pan would come across a collection of scents that she now knew belonged to her kind. They were, unbeknownst to her, border markers. Oblivious to proper manners and protocol, the child just continued over them, skirting between trees, wide eyes scanning nervously scanning for someone lingering around.