She had been about to leave the boundary after accepting Karla, another of the Bright Moon wolves that had been orphaned from the pack. It was, of course, heartbreaking that such a travesty had happened. Had the pack been full of life and flushed with members, they likely would have been able to chase off the bears without even fighting. Bears were territorial, yes, but they were not stupid - they would know when they were overpowered. However, from what she had heard, there had only been three adults fighting in the battle, and once one of the had been killed by a second bear - who was protecting both her mate and her cub - it had been obvious that they needed to flee. The wolves were lucky indeed that Grey Wind was kind and smart enough to know when to run in order to protect the life of his wolves. That he was humble enough to seek out another pack to belong to so that his daughter need not grow up a loner. Wolves were, after all, pack animals, and without proper socialization they turned into something different. Something unidentifiable - some became withdrawn, others became overly independent, others became irritable and vengeful.

In truth, Ameira had considered becoming a loner when first she had fled from her mate's pack, but she had been scared to be alone. Yes, she had been left alone for a lot of her life, singled out and kept away from the general public, but it was one thing to be lonely in a life-filled pack, and another yet to try to make it on your own in life without anyone to lean on. Without anyone to travel by your side. No ears turned to listen to you, and no one to lean upon in times of worry. Speaking of which...

‘Help! Help!’

The call made her jump - packlife had been quiet since she had taken over. She hesitated, remembering her own pleas for help... and the lack of response. No one had come to save her, and the guards who had heard her... well they had previously been blinded, so they had no idea who she was. No doubt the packs would have rebelled if they knew about the torture that had been inflicted upon her - the Lily of Tor - but they were oblivious. They believed all of Hercules' lies, his charming facade fooling all of them. Pushing thoughts of him and her old life aside, she took off, galloping toward the sound, and soon after came across an oddly painted wolf that slightly reminded her of Horizon... could this ebony and ivory yin yang be a kalak?

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" She tried to talk soothingly so as not to frighten the boy, but out of reflex both her hackles and her lips raised at the hint of a threat.