Anu was so very far from home, and yet her nose did not turn to point westward. There was something that kept her moving farther and farther eastward. Her stomach growled as if protesting her direction, but this was why she was here. Silently she scolded it’s unhappiness, but as she remembered why it spoke so loudly she felt the faint tinges of anger touch her mind. Anu was not a competitive creature, but as any predator she never enjoyed seeing the victory dance of prey as they run beyond her grasp. The hare, as freshly white as the newborn snowfall, had leaped with unbidden joy as it sensed her defeat the moment Anu had slowed and halted her pursuit. The chase had left her in woods she could not recognize and scents did not bring her a comforting familiarly. Beyond all the territories she had explored, Anu found that there was very little that called her home. Though the reasons for her to remain within the borders held weight and filled her with guilt and sadness Anu found their call faint so far from their origin. They spoke to her, but their voices only whispers.
Up the mountain she went.
Prey would litter these lands, for the scent of her own kind was light or nonexistent. A lone wolf’s mark was rare, and old if she found it. Her mind cleared the further she climbed and Anu began to feel the light and simple calm that radiated from the silence of the treed landscape. The sky above shadowed her, covering the Sun. It was winter’s way, and Anu did not feel unease without the guidance of her round god. Instead she imagined him seated behind the veil, promising more of the light power that had rained upon the land the night before. Her coat had thickened with the change of season, but she looked lean and fragile as always. The light silver wolfess moved with silence through the sparse forest, mainly dry soil born evergreens.
The Dreamer was lost in the world around her, finding security in her solitude and not noticing that she was far from alone until it was too late to avoid. The scent was all around, and she slowed to a stop with tension in her form. She smelled of Gabriel, but that was no consoling. The blue eyed fey chose to face the beast whom she had come across, instead of fleeing, and in a moments time the gray beast was in her sight. Rather then speak the wolf waited to be noticed, if she hadn’t been found already.