Years had come and gone, and Gaia had watched them pass from her lonely cave on top of the mountain. A hermit, that's what they called her. A loner with no home, no family, no existence outside of her own self. She had watched silently as the packs below her den squabbled, watched as new alphas rose and fell. All the while she remained out of it all. Every now and then she would travel away from the musty cave, if only to gather some information from a passing wolf on the goings on around Moladion. Today was one of those days. As spring turned into the scorching heat of summer, it was time to see what news she could collect.

The journey down the mountain was slow. Many years ago, she could have bounded easily over the rocks like a cloven-hoofed goat. However, age was beginning to creep up on her, forcing her to move much more carefully. She was painfully aware that she had no pack healer to help her should she fall and hurt herself. Soon, the orange wolfess had made it to the forests that surrounded the base of the mountain. The shaded grove was a welcome relief to the heat of the sun, even if it did warm her weary bones. Many wolves liked to migrate to the forest when it was too hot to do much else. This would be the perfect place to collect news of the past few months.

An hour later, Gaia munched on a plump squirrel she had managed to catch as a snack. She rested on top of a large boulder with her front paws dangling off the edge. The scent of blood was sure to bring some loners and she'd happily trade what was left of her meager meal in exchange for information. Until then, she dozed lazily in the afternoon light, feeling content in her boring, yet peaceful, life.

Sixteen - Loves none – Fated for none - Homeless
Eldest daughter of Iblis & Rhae