Blackfoot Forest Breathe

Her family was gone. Some had wandered off, and others she didn't know. Her mate was perhaps the one that hurt over all, for at least she knew her children were out there living their own lives. Giancarlo had left, and it was a few sunrises ago that Giana decided she would not wait. The ivory queen, heartbroken, had run from the summit, left when a pack settled close behind it. Once, she might have led the attack herself into the glade to move them from there home, but it was those thoughts that led her  to think it WASN'T her land after all. She would never be at the head of the family, the alpha. Her dreams were dead, gone, and all she had now was the stars to guide her. Without her family, her babies, she had no purpose, no reason to go on. 
Where had they gone? Love conquered over all, did it not? So where was her love, her family, her children? She'd left her father, the life of adventure, behind for Giancarlo and his family. She worked to be accepted in her own right, and was rewarded at the side of the don. But now he was gone, and one by one everyone else had abandoned her too. It was all too much. 
Noon this day seemed no different than yesterday, or the day before, but soon enough the broken creature wandered up to the borders of Rosings. Turning away, Gia only took one step before swiveling her ears back. Why not test her luck, see if she could find a place among a pack? It didn't have to be permanant, right? If she didn't like it, could not find the proper submission in her, then there was always the open road. If not.... 
Turning back and loosing a howl for the leaders, @Kierkegaard and @Amara , the rust sprinkled woman sat and smoothed an unruly patch of fur on her chest.