Pickings had been slim as she had traveled. With the flooding it has seems to make prey scatter and make hunting more difficult. She had reverted into her old ways, becoming an opportunistic hunter and even a scavenger. It had kept her fed and kept her going among her travels. She had made it across Ala and her next step was to start looking towards packs to see if any got her interest. If not she didn't know what her next step was. So far the female had only come across a few faces, but so far none she had formed any real relations with. It made her wonder where all the others wolves were? Maybe the change in seasons had them all preoccupied. She wasn't one the really long for attention from others, but the past few days she had found herself missing the company of her family.

Moving forward the rough female held her nose close to the sand, sniffing for anything that may cure her small ache of hunger. She had never been to the shores before, nor had she the chance to try fish or any sea creatures that may linger on this shore. If she would come across anything it would be a new opportunity for her.

The man went South. He was in a brooding state, and had been since the second Deathmatch his father found himself in. It made Forsaken wonder, really, what he was doing with his life. He was distant from his family. He had practically betrayed them during the war against Hellstrom and for what? All so that he could follow some slave? A slave who wasn’t even around anymore. It was... Pathetic really. Forsaken had to chuckle to himself. Sad, yes. It was very sad and pathetic. Forsaken would breathe in slowly. The scent of salt water was heavy along the shore, as one would expect. This place seemed to be, for the most part, abandoned. He would flick his ears back, trying to focus on what was ahead of him rather than the thoughts that haunted his head. What he needed to find was purpose. Would he find that out here on this deserted shore? It was doubtful but Forsaken figured, hell, why not try? That was when he noticed a figure in the distance. A dark furred beauty pressing on by herself. Hmm. There was at least a slight chance of the encounter leading to something promising so he’d decided why introduce himself? His ears would perk and his golden eyes would gleam with a slight hint of mischief as he set his course for this stranger. When he got near enough he would call out to her to get her attention. “Lovely day to be on the beach, isn’t it?” ""