Sex: MaleChasing Anaeia was like hunting a ghost. She was always better one of the two when it came to hiding one's tracks and even Garmir, whom had trained most of his life with her could not keep up with her. Were it not the signs she had left behind every now and then, this earthen male would have lost her almost from the beginning of their run. But the signs had since ceased. It was almost full moon since Garmir had seen last message she had left for him to find. West was where she was headed, west and ever more west until even name of the greater pack was only their to know.
Garmir had been pushing himself too hard while hunting for his best friend. He barely ate, slept or even stopped to drink water, never ceasing to travel until he would fall exhausted to the ground and let the darkness take him. This previously rather muscular wolf certainly had lost mass, giving slightly more nimble - if not tall look. Exhaustion was visible on his form and he continued determinately forward like some undead creature cursed to perform a task. He had to find her - failure to do so scenario he was not even prepared to consider. This singular thought was what had carried him forward for months, but there were limits to what mind and body could endure.
His head hung low as he moved ahead, gaze fixed on the ground, only few feet ahead of him. His eyes were dropping continuously and he barely registered anything that was ahead of him - let alone around him. A wolf could walk right next to him, possibly talk to him and Garmir would not even notice.
A rude wake up call however pulled Garmir from his idle thoughts as he suddenly stumbled on round, slippery rocks, faceplanting directly into shallow water. His head submerged under and for a moment it seemed like Garmir had died in most stupendous way possible - drowning while sleepwalking into a river. With a gasp, his head came up again and the young male dragged his body back to the dry land. With a groan he lifted himself up onto his paws and shook his pelt. Well, least he found water.
He turned around and lowered his head again, to sate his thirst that had been hammering his head for spirits know how long. He felt more awake and alert now that he had got swim, but he was still undeniably worn. "Where am I.."