Selene couldn't help the guilty tears as she cleared out her den in Anathema, she never meant to leave the pack behind. She didn't want to hurt the structure of the ranks, but Anathema simply wasn't for her. Her own possessions were loaded into a leather bag, the rest that Anathema owned were left behind with a note of leave, brief apologies and explainations. With a tired body, the rest was put in the bag, her sword strapped to her back and shoulders. Leaving the cave system, Selene made a small stop at the stables to gather Ukaglay. Her stallion whinnied in confusion, stamping his hooves against the soil beneath him in protest. He had become comfortable in the lands, and certainly familiar with the other horses. Silently, the youth patted the equine's head; whispering comfortingly to him. Soon enough she had him saddled up and ready to leave. They rode out in the dawn, leaving their home behind.
Crimson jewels stared out at the white terrain set out for noticing eyes, how the frost on the soil glimmered like miniscule crystals scattered as if a huge hand had sprinkled them there. Atop her horse, Selene had the upper hand on the view of the lands. The young hybrid remembered the fluster of sincere apologies she had left on a note for Naniko back in Anathema, yet she didn't know the reaction that the ivory Angela would have to her leaving. Would a grudge be held over her? Would she ever be allowed to visit? So many worries, so much guilt. Anathema unfortunately wasn't the right place, claustrophobic under the ceiling of the caves and forever fearing suffocating in her sleep. The youth had tried to get a little ways from Anathema, hoping that the members of that pack had not deemed Selene a traitor. Moving south seemed to be the only way, to make some distance. But of course someday Sel would travel back and talk to Naniko.
The girl huffed a sigh, still unable to make a decision. Ukaglay was getting restless, pawing at the ground and snorting. It appeared as if something was wrong or the matter. Scents on the winds came and went, and the young Italian stopped short when a noticeable scent of previous passing canines floated in the breeze to her sensitive nose. "What is it U?" She murmured quietly before looking around. nervously, shivering from the cold. She was dangerously close to pack lands, almost closeti trespassing. She backed up a little, steering Ukaglay away from a copse of trees that seemed to carry the scent much more potently. Lifting her lean muzzle, the hybrid woman called out in a voice only possible by a coyote because it was so high and clear. Maybe she'd find out more about this place, educate herself about the ways and maybe get a bed to sleep in for the night. Who knew? Maybe a home. Her allegiances were a little shaky, she missed Anathema but maybe this place could be just as good. In her mind she'd mark the two places as equal, dismiss all thoughts of favoritism. Her call rang out into the frosty air, but disappeared as quickly as it came. [/html]