Raela walked cautiously through the forest, looking around her cautiously. Her head was ringing, and her grey coat was matted with sticks and damp. She heard a noise and glanced around and turned to face it, the hair on her back prickling. But it was only a bird flying from a tree. Sighing in relief, she relaxed and moved carefully forward.

She was nervous. Well, Raela was always nervous, but more so now because she had no idea where she was... she’d washed up here and was completely lost. She didn’t even remember what had happened. Moving carefully over the terrain, she glanced around every few seconds, trying to take in her surroundings and keep an eye out for any danger.

Her sense of smell caught on to the fact that she was nearing the edge of a pack's border. Her eyes widened with this realization, the pale, blue-green orbs glistening when she remembered she no longer had a pack of her own.

Throwing back her head, Raela howled, hoping her call to a member of this pack would lead to no danger. After all she’d been through, the last thing the young teen wolf wanted was to make an enemy.