Due to a time 'gap' in my role playing; I would like this post to be set back to the 1st of November

So many thoughts were buzzing around Blackfoot’s head; who lived here? Were they kind like Dawali? Would the be as welcoming? Where would she live? Would she make any friends? What would happen if they didn't like her?
She replayed her thoughts over again; trying to think positive. “ I’m sure they will like me...”
she quietly mumbled to herself, reassured, more calm.
Because she was trotting so promptly -and mostly not taking in every detail of where she was headed- she soon found herself lost in a totally foreign area.
What a great start to the day, she cursed herself, on the other hand she had experienced some luck in catching a nice plump wild rabbit, and between her fangs it limply dangled. she was planning to give it as a gift to Dawali Amara, for being so kind and taking her in when no one else wanted her; a true gentleman.

She turned dramatically in panic to find any way back, her whole body quivered as her wide eyes stared with fear causing her soft coat snagged on the sharp spikes as the barbed wire that partly surrounded the pack lands grabbed her; she struggled to break free in a wild delirium. She started to see death like faces through the foreboding smog, it was a sight that chilled her to the marrow. She winced and pulled and her fur was released. She shook her pelt as the sun tried to shine gloriously through the fog and the thorny shrubs that surrounded her, she stumbled cautiously through the haze. She presumed that the village would be in the heart of the territory, so the little frightened she wolf scurried away from the boundary of mist that made her so oppressed.
It had been little more than an hour after she was smothered with welcome from the great red wolf Amana, and now his presence had gone she felt unusually lonely. The little wolf had only just made his acquaintance and somehow already, he was almost a father figure to her. This bemused the little grey she wolf as she never had a true father figure in her life.
The smog soon faded to clear as she walked, but the sound of fast flowing water was apparent as she followed her instinct. Her dark feet padded on the soft embankment; whilst a soft glinting silver caught her eye. Yes she was extremely curious; after all it is a wolf's natural urge to investigate, but she had other things to think about. She told herself in her head; I will check it out another time.
She carried on following the waters edge, a good chance to reflect on the changes that have happened so suddenly in the past. When she was a poor defenseless pup she had family but they didn’t provide a safe enough den site, and weren’t present all the time in the early days. All this nearly lead to her death. She sighed and stopped moving, she slid into a lazy sitting position, silently looking up at the grey sky. She felt she must be close to the village by now. Her sharply jerked up muzzle let out a short high pitched baying. She got up and circled herself whining subtly. Her golden eyes peered off into the unclear distance.
Waiting to be seen. Waiting to be heard. Just Waiting...

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As her howling ceased, her tired eyes gently closed gaining tranquility as she hung her heavy head over the trickling of the babbling brook, fresh damp earth beneath her paws, and the melodies of the waking birds; such a sweet sound for sore ears. She had never felt so... Existing.
She felt his presence before she saw or even heard him. He brought a distinct smell with him; it was the definite musky stench of wolf mixed with the sweet aroma of pine needles. It was a nice perfume to wear and would be easily recognisable if she knew who this sweet smelling stranger was. A short growl was aimed her way that was not distinctively threatening, more curious, full of interest...
She was the siren that sung her sweet song to lure this beautiful beast towards her.

Her eyes opened, letting colours and light infuse into her world. She instantly caught sight of a black figure, not far away from her current position, it slowly walked towards the she wolf, as the sun caught his silky black fur his eyes shone the brightest of blue for an instant and then disappointing faded.
The plan was to bound right up to him and give him good greetings. But she scratched that idea in her head and assessed the concequences... He may get the wrong impression?... Cautious as he intently approached and she got to her feet, head low cocked with interest, tail drooping, ears relaxed. A whimper of greeting escaped her dappled muzzle, as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, nervously whimpering continually and quickly dropping to the ground. She let her golden eyes linger on his shape getting closer by the second now within speaking distance.
But she stayed silent and waited for him to call the shots...

Colour of thought indicates her mood

Sat there before her, he seemed unreal as she looked into his mesmerising deep blue eyes; a mysterious ocean's tide intentionally dragging her further in, took her to a unfamiliar far away place.
He smiled a friendly grin -she was speechless needless to say- she shook her head as if trying to shake herself back to the present and managed to choke out a reply. "Hello I'm..." she swallowed the lump in her throat "My name is Blackfoot, you can call me anything really and I just joined AniWaya... I guess you could call me a newbie" she let out a quiet tricky laugh to fill the silence "Ha" She meant the laugh to be private but she smiled and awkwardly pulled round to look at him as he circled her. "So yeah, I guess you could say I have lost my way" If wolves could show a blush, she would have been bright red by now. She looked down at the mossy bank beneath her black socked feet, thinking about him. He was so nice and charming he was a 'looker' as well, a looker? what was Blackfoot turning into? She never thought like this before... she frowned at her unusual thoughts. She looked past him at horizon in the clearing mist. Feeling more confident she started "So who are you beautiful stranger?... and what are you doing out here?" She grinned a flirty wolfish grin at him, and her sad eyes lit up with joy. Blackfoot was gone. Blackie was back again.

Sorry for taking a while to reply, the internet failed me.

“Oh no, I thought about joining AniWaya well...” Her voice muffled by his thick coat “I just wish I had a mate to share the rest of my life with” she gently spoke into his -now tense- shoulder.
She smelt another femme on him, she cursed herself. Not only had she made him feel uncomfortable but most likely got him in the doghouse. She instantly retreated.
Black did not want to leave, but her strong instincts took over as she backed up slowly with soft mournful whines.
She carefully slipped off towards the trees driven by total hunger and humility, without much else than a quick glance back into his Prussian blue eyes. She always managed to screw things up. This time it was not just anger that racked her frame, it was loneliness. She scented the air, her belly rumbled horrifically, she needed food before she got too weak. She walked a few more limped steps then she ended up on the floor.
She wasn't in good condition.