The young girl would walk through territories unknown. Her mind never straying from the girl she had met, the girl that had helped her prior to her injuries. The earthquake had stolen from her, the luscious banner that had once been her tail. And now, it remained as a stump still needing to be healed, for often it kept scabbing and reopening due to her inability and lack of knowledge to properly care for it. The stump would itch from time to time, often smelling infected, and she was sure it was. It was hard being on her own, she lacked the knowledge and abilities to to be on her own, even at a year of age. This she all realized, the day that the girl named Canta had come to her aid. A savior, in her darkest of times.
Ghostly gaze would scan the area, she had traveled eastward, and soon she would find herself getting closer to an area unknown to her. She would falter in her steps, looking around as she approached. She could smell the scents of others nearby, had she crossed borders and not realized it? No. Not quite yet. Instead, what she did find was the scent of a familiar. Canta, the girl that had come to her aid. She would press her nose to the ground, and soon her paws would work in trailing after the scent that became steadily familiar. She would be determined in finding her savior, and upon doing so she would cross pack lines. Unaware of the fact for she was focused on the scent she was tracking, but her discovery would not be in vain. When the girl looked up at last, she had nearly walked into a group of wolves. She would stop in her tracks, frozen for a time before she slunk towards the shadows. She pressed herself against a tree, her walk having brought her on the outskirts of the leftmost part of the group. Heart hammered in her chest, did they see her? Smell her? Would they attack her for trespassing on accident? She would remain quiet, silvery gaze locking on the head of the gathering, hoping, praying...that they would show mercy upon her.
