It was unclear as to how she got to this place. Aakil so rarely left the safety of Iromar even with the safe company of the pack members. Now she found herself in the cold open fields, very much alone.

The little wolf pup snuffled along, occasionally whining pitifully. It was clear she was not injured, just uncertain about where she was in her life at the moment. She was without her pale ghost of a shadowy brother, and the sisters who had taken watch over Iromar. Ears twitching every which way she tried to make her way back to familiar trails. As night started to grip the world her fear also started to clench its fists on her heart. The whines and whimpers turned into cries, unfortunately alerting the world to her solitude and she had to come to admit she was now helplessly lost. Nothing looked familiar cast in dark shadow. Her earthy eyes looked everywhere for some sort of hope, her own sinking deeper with every moment. At last the pup did the one thing she could think of to do at this time. She flattened her foxlike body into the ground, hushed her voice, and tried to make herself as small as possible. If nothing could see her, nothing could find her, and nothing could hurt her. With her determination she could be as invisible as her mother had always wished her to be. Her body shivered in the cold and she tried to breath deep to calm herself. Eventually the pale shadow would find her and take her home. Soon she would be back in the every blooming flowers of the moors. Home and safety was only a sunrise away. She simply needed to make it through the night.