What's A Boomerang That Doesn't Come Back? .... A Stick

She'd never been here before. But the celestial fae was no stranger to unknown lands. She had done a fair amount of traveling in her short young life trying to track down her mother to no avail. She never did find her, and while she still held onto the hope that her mother was somewhere close and watching...she knew deep down she was on her own. Since she started eating solids, all her meals had been nothing but leftovers that had been left behind from larger predators. She continued to walk in silence, eras flicking to catch any sounds nearby, but all she mostly heard were snarls from others engaging in battle or the cry of vultures and ravens as they picked at carrion. She was too young to be out in the open on her own, but so far...she supposed she'd been lucky in avoiding the eyes of larger animals. It wasn't long before she found another pup, and with her, an older wolf. She approached with caution, scenting the air as she slowly approached. The grass was soft under paw, quieting her steps but she wasn't exactly trying to remain hidden or sneak up on them. "What are you doing?" She asked shyly, referring to the stick the other pup had in her jaws.