I'm a Survivor {AW}

Onward the yearling traversed over terrain, perhaps hidden from view as she kept to the shadows under the cover of night. There remained times however that she trod through the territories when daylight still lit the skies with the suns loving radiance that at times could be far more than one could handle when the large burning orbs heat grew to be too much.

Luna would have preferred the night, or even dusk, but she had to keep moving. There was no one to feed her and so she had to feed herself. To hunt even though that was not her forte. Yet still something she had knowledge of. She only wished that like home there were at least the little snacks, squirrel or hare, even a lemming or vole would have sufficed.

Not paying as much attention as she usually did as she walked along lost in thought she headed right for another lass in the way of the path her own cream mitts followed though there was no preplanned path. Nothing had been formed, but moving in a straight line rather than her usual zig-zag when out and about on her own she continued to approach the she-wolf. Her own gaze to the ground as she sought for any signs of tiny critters knowing not whether they existed on the land she walked upon or not as they had back where she'd been born.