• The rain had long since stopped, it was hours ago, in fact. A strange cold seeped into the waking wolfess's limbs and she felt it refreshing, awakening. That was before the pain set in. Her pawpads were raw and covered in grit from the asphalt of the street, her leg muscles ached from the running. The sudden soreness made her let out a whine as she stretched and yawned.

    Luna's mind was as foggy as the road, where the third yellow rectangle was the last thing visibly in front of you. She walked around slowly, shaking her head and talking to herself as she paced with a limp. Her people had dropped her somewhere unknown, then left her to die. This cannot be happening...I'm all...Alone. The silvery wolf's head looked around the area, and a sigh escaped it's lungs.

    Luna explored as the sun rose higher in the sky, the setting growing clearer. All around her were trees, different kinds, and grasses of different heights. She had found a stream, but it was far from the road. The blacktop had dissappeared from her sight awhile back, and she refused to turn around. All around were hills and cliffs, the edges plummeting hundreds of feet.

    The canine never stopped walking, even as the distance between her and the road grew. The space between her and her former family, her former home, increased with each of her steps. Something was pulling her, forbidding her from turning around. She sipped from every water source she could find, walking for most of the day. Luna never stopped to hunt, even as the scent of quarry danced in front of her, lacing the praire she limped along with her throbbing feet.

    A wind had appeared from the cliffs, and it was a colder, unpleasant breeze for the wolf. It wasn't dangerous, or even strong, but it pulled at her fur and mixed with the scents on the flatlands, and she didn't know who's terratory she could be in. To escape the wind, the wolf moved into the forest and continued her search from there, still not knowing what she was after.

    Luna moved back out to the grassland, glad the air was calm again. She hadn't gone too far when something reached her nose. It was faint, but the wolf continued slowly, nervous of the scent even though it filled her with longing. As it grew stronger, so did her unsease. Suddenly, the trail of scents stopped her dead, and Luna's eyes looked up at the large, steady incline. Something, some things moved at the top of a hill in front of her...And she realized why the scent made her cautious and curioous at the same time. A group of wolves were making their way down the hill, to the valley. No doubt headed for her.

    As the shapes came closer, Luna's aching muscles tensed further and she stood taller, instinctively trying to look unafraid and bold. There was a pair of black wolves, a red, and two grey. A night-hued female and the red, a male, lead the group as they came down from the rise to surround this lone wolf.