To be frank not even Estella knew exactly why she left. Perhaps for adventure or to find her soul mate… She had no luck finding him. He had to be somewhere close she knew that for sure, but perhaps it was best that she joined a pack. She couldn’t survive much longer on her own living on rodents and trying to hunt on her own. It was no fun. The only wolves she met were loners that had no interest in joining a pack, talking or playing with anyone and were complete ignorant jerks. She couldn’t understand how they could live life like that. Not to have the company of other wolves depressed her. She need to be entertained and to have some sort of conversation and to make friends.
Even with Stella being gone from the ruins for many days and months it was amazing what memory she had. She knew exactly where her last den was other then the one in the plateau. She headed to the woods and searched with her head hung low so she could view the ground better. Alas! She spotted her former den and slowly wagged her tail with relief. The only creatures while she was gone were a family of rabbits and then a fox later she observed as she sniffed her bed. Quickly she began digging deeper in her den getting rid of the nasty smell of rodents and the fox. Her den deserved her scent not some lazy creature that claimed her home.