Anatola was uncertain of what gave her the desire to travel. The safety of a pack was ideal for her. She was capable of survival, though hunting was problematic at times. Her gait made that openly visible. The white and black patchwork female was missing her left foreleg just before the elbow. Ana was born missing the limb, so she didn't have to learn to adjust. Of course, she did have to adjust in life. Born a throw away, left to the endless torment of former pack mates, the dual colored fae had learned healing arts quickly. Turned out, the wolfess was quite good at it too. As such, she had become her pack's lead healer with the changed in leadership. However since then, the home of her birth had become abandoned. There was no reason to stay.

Her travels turned from days, to weeks, to months. Eventually, she found herself in what smelled like a populated region. The three legged fem was reluctant to approach and pack, lest she be treated as she had when she was a pup. Ana's tail swayed back and forth naturally with her unique gait as she made her way about this brisk fall morning. She had somehow found her way to the Grotto in this new land. For now, she followed her nose. The smell of water as she carefully made her way down towards the cave network's opening gave her an idea of what she was looking for. Her yellow gaze surveyed the mouth of the opening she had encounter, making mental notes of the mosses growing where water was trickling down.

The black and white wolf adjusted her shoulders, sliding the leather bag she used for storing healing necessities as she traveled towards her chest, and used her nose to open it and examine her supply. A frown creased her maw. She would need to restock soon if her skills were needed. It wasn't a high priority, Ana told herself as she nudged the satchel back to her left side, the strap and bag sitting nicely behind her left tricep as it always did. For now, she was interested in examining the mosses within the cave network in places she could see.