Sex: FemaleBefore she knew it, Anastasia realized where she had come and how long it had taken to reach it. For a few minutes, she fantasizes the idea of running as far away as possible because she knew what she had done. Anastasia was quite aware that she had done what she remembers promising not to do. That she was nothing but an unaccountable friend and that they deserved someone with a better track record than she. Perhaps in a way she had known the turmoil going on within the pride when she had returned and saw fit to run instead of fight or perhaps she had been so overwhelmed by the changes in Lachesis' life and the pack that she couldn't even begin to cope. After all, she hadn't ever been super good with change.
So when she did realize where she was it was clear that this wasn't the same place. No scent she recognized lingered here and while it was both a pleasant thought and unnerving one, she was left to wonder what had happened. Lachesis was her closest friend even with the long time spread between their last meeting and now, he was the only one she cared to know the fate of. The pale woman was on her toes, figuratively, listening for any sign of company so as to avoid stumbling over why she had left -- an answer she doesn't have nor feels the strength to come up with. All she knew was that she was wrong and they deserved to be happy.
Perhaps she could simply find a mutual acquaintance that could tell her what happened to Lachesis and how he was doing, rather than being appointed a sorry, disappointing woman.