Anuli was tired and worn, her legs ached and her stomach grumbled at her in protest, she knew stubborn determination could only see her so far and after a while her bodily demands would master her mind and she'd feel the full force of her fatigue. She was not a wolf unbeknown to such conditions, she had been travelling alone for just under two weeks now, travelling to reach greener pastures to find a life that would offer a little more comfort than her previous. The dry spell, even this early in the year had already claimed many from her pack, though still numerous the ones which had passed were the dearest to her and she knew it was about time she left. She had tried convincing the others to follow but they were to stubborn, set in there ways and not wanting to leave their territory thus she travelled alone.
Her family lived on the more deserted side of Telk, away from the large river that fed the central lands and where most of the large wolf packs formed and therefore she had little knowledge of the geography and the layout of the individual packs, little did it matter however as she knew little about each packs and their customs, she was open to try new things and therefore would see how things faired to the first one she came across. Later she would discover this would be Antianeira.
Time rolled on and her paws carried her onwards, her energy was too sapped to hunt but she knew she needed water if she was going to continue of without huge health problems but lack of knowledge of the area hindered her when life presented her with a rare but cherished gift. She came across a packs scent marker, this meant other wolves and ultimately knowledge of where to find a drink. Too fatigued to care if the pack was hostile or not she crossed into the foreign packs territory and continued her march now hoping to be discovered.
