That would be enough..

Ayla had lost him, again! It was not fair, she huffed. Not fair! Not fair! She would glare at the earth beneath her sore paws, moving along endlessly. Alone, she was alone, in a foreign and scary land. She had never been away from home, and even if her home was wrought with famine and war it was familiare. Here, she didn't know what was around the next bend, didn't know what wolves she would meet. Oh, Nahid guide her steps as she moved along into the blind beyond. Ivet, give her the strength the move on, to find a suitable home for their pack. They were counting on her, even if her stupid half brother had left her behind...again.

Her breath would catch then, for a moment before her jaw clenched, eyes set, ears forward. Alone, lonely, as she had always been. Surrounded by everyone but not warm. She had been refused any siblings by the gods, and her coat allowed her love and devotion but nothing akin to true friendship. She had never had someone she could really laugh with, and that was why she always turned her sights on Gwen. As much as they got at each other's buttons, it was the closest she felt to family. Even her mother had been distant, her father a warrior. She was a seer, a connection to the gods...not a sister, not a daughter. At least, that's how she felt.

With a shaky breath she moved on, pressing forward with her eyes on the earth. She would search till the end of time, and maybe when she got to that finish line she might feel that warmth that should come with the good graces she had with the pack. Maybe then she wouldnt feel this relentless loneliness. Maybe then....Oh Nahid, maybe then...

"Burn Baby Burn"