Arnaq by all means had no clue where she was going. She wanted to find a home, wanted to find a place that she fit into, a pack, a family somewhere. She had traveled for days, maybe a week? She wasn't sure, the days seemed to blend at this point. It had been over a month now for her since she lost her family, her birth pack. She had worked hard at her hunting and though she couldn't pull down anything large, she had made three kills on smaller creatures. The first was in a gorge of some sort, a hare. The second attempt was near this long river that lead back up into the mountains, but she didn't manage to kill anything, instead she ended up tripping and rolling down a hill into a valley of some sort. She did manage to find an injured fox at one point and she chased it up into an area she didn't recognize. After tracking it for several hours, she manged to bring it down. It may not have been a fair hunt, but it was successful and if she recalled she remembered her father telling her that going for the sick, injured and weak were always her best options. When she finally started to get hungry again her ears had picked up some sort of clawing like sound. It was faint and under the snow but she was determined to find the source. After many attempts at digging into the snow, she recalled watching foxes doing this pouncing thing into a snow and pull out small rodents. This must of been what she was tracking. So with the careful steps she followed the sound, laying low to the ground, waiting and when she heard the sound again, almost under her, she jumped up into the air and landed pretty clumsy into the snow with her front paws. It wasn't graceful by any means but it did the job at least enough to stun the rodent she found.
But now she was in a place filled with such gloom that it send chills down her spine, looking at the ever so light bluish glow around the area. In some spots the trees gave way to the sun and it came through and she warmed in the sun as often as she could. She had only caught very faint scents of wolves and she felt utterly alone not finding a stronger scent. Spring still hadn't come to where ever she had gone. She was sure she headed in a southern direction, away from the tundra of her birth. She needed a change and there were far more smaller prey here then out there that she could practice on. She was tired, so very tired. She crawled up on a small boulder and sat there looking around. Nothing around but the birds in the trees squawking at her and that odd blue glow and the mist that seemed to shroud it. She was lost utterly lost. She wondered if any wolf was close enough to hear her if she howled. She knew that was how communications were made over long distances. She needed company. She needed to not be alone anymore. She wasn't sure she could survive on her own. It wasn't that she couldn't learn, it was the lonely emptiness inside that would be the end of her. With that final thought she let out a long loud howl. One of calling, it sounded odd to her, her own voice painful and lonely and sad so very sad. With the last of her howl complete she laid on the boulder she was on and rested, her ears perked and turning listening for any response. She needed to have learned more from her parents, why didn't she pay attention.