Ahlu fixed the line of trees on the horizon with a piercing stare. Each step she took brought her closer to her original homeland of old. Angry regret was pounding in her stomach with every single pawstep, every single sniff of the air. The fine femme had gotten herself landed in some strange place from banishment of forbidded love, and didn't, through the hostile fall, find a mate.

Not that she needed to, no. But it was only her preference to follow the instincts of the wolf and find a companion before she got lonely like last time. Ahlu, lost in her thoughts, found the soft squish of forest dirt underpaw refreshing, instead of that rocky barren land. The ground looked new, as the winter had washed away the garbage of dead leaves. A few deer prints were imprinted upon the ground.

Ahlu stopped. Her paws ached and her paw pads were raw. The femme sat down licking her paws tenderly and a question entered her mind. Who would she encounter in this neck of the woods?

((OOC: Give me something more to work with, and you'll see a lot more.))