Like her smaller, more skittish counterpart - her brother - Seradane was running from something. Unlike her brother, however, the medium sized female knew exactly what she was trying to avoid. Her only living family, besides Mingan of course, was out to get her. The father of the three pups had been murderous, and boasted insanity often. Through some means unknown to Sera and Mingan, their father had turned Black Grin - the youngest brother - against the younger two. Against the female especially. There was something wrong with Black Grin now... he had killed their mother, and various other female wolves in the pack. Now Sera was certain it was her time.
If she didn't run, that was. Her ultimate plan was to meet up with Mingan, but she often doubted that the oldest of the three would still remember her. He had been tortured mercilessly, and was very nearly out of his mind by the time she forced him to run. She was still feeling guilty about it. She had used their torture tactics, the ones used on her and Mingan, against her beloved brother. It got him to run away, though, and that was her goal. She had only wanted him safe.
It didn't matter now, she hoped. She would find Mingan and he would remember her... he would forgive her - she hoped, anyway.
