Silvertip Mountain The Big Beginning

The phantasmal being strode calmly though the unfamiliar territory. It was true that she had no idea where she was, or where anything else was located, but that would not stop her from learning. Her dark eyes bolted back and forth, the only indignation of this movement occurring was the quick flashes of white. She would not fall victim to anything taking advantage of a lost wolf. She would stand proud, be confident, and show no fear. Pausing, Vanora twitched her ears, listening for signs of anyone else nearby. Though she didn't hear anything, she felt it an appropriate place to rest.

Sitting beneath the unearthed roots of a fallen tree, Vanora closed her eyes and relaxed herself. Center yourself. A guardian is useless if she can not hold her composure. You must calm the body and soul to reach your full potential. The words of her aunt filled her mind, and she welcomed it. She missed her family, though she was the only one who knew. Her old pack didn't even know of her past before joining them. They accepted her for what she had to offer, not where she came from. She landed with a fine group of canines, and she couldn't have been happier with them. No. Don't let your mind wander there. Darkness will seep in and take control if you keep thinking of them. The past is in the past.

Vanora opened her eyes and shook her head slightly to clear her mind. She knew what happened when she thought about that pack. About Banyuk. She wouldn't allow herself to do that, not so soon after joining a new pack. But I should be with them. I should have been there to protect Banyuk and the others. She stood, shaking the entirety of her pelt. She would think of the Canadian pack no more. With a deep breath and one more moment of peace, Vanora continued on her original trajectory, once again casting her eyes over every twig and bush, making sure nothing had slipped into her vicinity while she was thinking.