heading straight for the castle

those who travel are often lost, especially those that wander without a plan. she was no different no matter how much she desired it to be. without knowing what this land was, what its name even was, she set out for it anyway. her people did often tell of land in this direction they often traded with, but somehow they never thought to keep up ties. she would be 'safe' here. no one would come looking for her. or so she hoped as she walked along the island. her entrance to this place was nothing special. desperate a few times, she sought shelter where she knew it wasn't safe only to come away lucky. her only salvation was that there were signs of life.

to say she would beg at the first place she saw wasn't an understatement. coming across the ruined castle, Desdemona was mindful of the powerful scents that made the border. wolves. she had found wolves. her slender body marched up and down the border, the wheels inside her head thinking fast and silently. it was nearly nightfall and this was the first civilization she had come across. it'd be foolish not to see what they offered her. lifting her head, she'd let out a call and wait. her howl was enough to tell the others of this pack that she was alone and seeking to speak to anyone that could give her the time.