The last wolf she had run into had been so kind to her, teaching her the basics of hunting, at least enough to keep herself alive and fed. She could go back to learning the dead rather than eating them. The witch had often been sick, but she hadn't the skill to fend for herself. She had only been a yearling when Lucifer had found her, and while she learned to defend herself, she hadn't been taught to hunt. Not truly, anyways. Lucifer had always brought their meals to her, he had been her sole provider until she had run away. The woman still wasn't sure if he tracked her or if he had truly fallen, but she couldn't dwell on the past.
She kept her northern travels, making it as far as the stoney circles of rocks and a wide expanse of them at that. They sparkled white in the moonlight, Umbra gasping softly from Aza's shoulders as she looked over this new place. In the witch's eyes, she could see faerie-folk buzzing everywhere, making the area even more beautiful. To anyone else, they perhaps would not see beyond the Veil. She sat on a small knoll, looking over the area in awe, wondering if there was anyone nearby who would know the name of this place. It was simply magical.
