Going back to Spirane had not been the experience she had hoped for. The girl had become distant over the years, finding solace in freedom and wandering rather than being chained to a single location. She had started to fall in line with being with nature and a lone wolf. Sometimes her heart wished for a group of her own, not a pack but a series of reliable friends to fall on with shared interests. She at one time in her life had heard of the gypsies, a wolfess named Taika, but since her full fledged return to Moladion she hadn’t really heard of them again. Panik now was simply on her own wandering. Nights could be terrifying, but she was small and faster than most wolves she knew. Being small, if not nearly down right tiny had its advantages sometimes, and ironically what could put her in danger was making her more safe with these giant monsters about. They couldn’t reach into a fallen log, or small tree hole, not even a fox den, which she could fit in if she tried. She liked being out here, being free from having to worry about being one thing or another. Out here they were all survivors, naturalists doing what they could when they could to keep themselves alive without the added worry of needing to please an alpha or other pack members.

She wasn’t sure where she got it from. To her knowledge her mother and father had always been very loyal pack wolves. She didn’t know about her grandfather though, or any of her other estranged aunts and uncles who all wandered far and wide over the lands. It wasn’t without sadness though that she departed from Spirane, her mother, who was dealing with the death of her imprint, Panik’s father. It was of course hard to deal with death, but Panik knew someday she would see her father, he was simply in whatever next world was waiting for her, for death wasn’t truly the end. Least that was what she believed. Sila and Baird were there though to comfort her and Niviaq knew Panik now was only a call away and she would come to her. Right now though Panik was following the river the mountains behind her.

She wasn’t sure what she would do next. Her mother had asked and she had no answer. Being in a pack wouldn’t change how she was. She had tried to do the conform and become something for the pack thing, she had tried to help with herbs and well… that didn’t end well. One could say that simply wasn’t her calling, then what was? Not fighting, she was tiny, dinky by most Moladion wolf standardards, and while she was a great hunter she was a great hunter of things like squirrels and rabbits, not anything ever larger than a spring fawn. Diplomacy had been her father’s strong suit and while Panik certainly thought she had gotten her father’s intelligence in many regards she didn’t think playing the same game of of tug of war with packs over and over wasn’t exactly an engaging use of it.

Perhaps she was a thrill seeker then. Someday her life might suddenly end, out here, you never knew. Things could change so quickly, like today, she spotted the sleeping wolf who was shockingly smaller than her, albeit not much. What was more, like her, he didn’t seem to have a scent of a pack thick on his pelt, or even Moladion for that matter. The golden and brown hooded girl paused, watching him doze for a moment before creeping up to him.

”Hey… hey you.” She said slightly playfully giving him a soft poke on the nose with one of her paws. She wanted to know him what he was doing out here. Perhaps she had finally found a like minded individual, someone she could be friends with. After all she never really made any real friends, and being four, it was probably about time.