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Ever since first arriving in the Wilds, the Meronique's days had been filled with nothing but travel. From dawn 'til dusk, she'd rise from her temporary sleeping place and set out for the distant horizon, traversing as far as her trvel worn feet would take her until she either grew too hungry or too tired to keep going. It sounded like a tough existance, especially for one born with a silver spoon in her mouth, where everything she'd ever wanted had been delicately laid at her paws and did not need to be sought out or found. However, now more used to it, it wasn't that hard. Just keep walking. Simple as that.

Perhaps the more difficult task was figuring out why she was traveling. Was it curiosity? Suppose so. The land was wide, expansive, diverse, and new. It never ended, and it seemed a new discovery was around every corner. She'd never before realized how naive she was until seing how much more there was in the world, so perhaps she was filled with an insatiable desire to learn it all, memorize every corner and every detail until she was five times as knowledgeable as her past self. Or maybe she sought a higher purpose? Without a place to call home and having no clue what she was (aside from a noble Meronique of course), the youth really didn't know her place in the world anymore. She was above the common wolf of course, but where did that land her exactly? Would her days always be nothing more than aimless traveling, living the ghost of a life that could've been? Or, if she kept traveling in one direction long enough, might she find her true calling? Might everything be made right in her life if she just kept pushing forward?

The final possibility was she was not traveling, but running. Still running from her past. As much as she tried to push the horrid images away, the memories of her past dogged Andronika like a vengeful spirit, refusing to leave her be. She could go days at a time without thinking about it, as if she'd managed to leave it in the dust, but it always caught up... Always whispered in the corners of her mind when she let her guard down. And though she'd like to claim it was merely just an annoyance, that she'd gotten over her grief, that too would always catch up, take a good stab at her heart. It still hurt. It still hurt to think her parents had been stolen from her, to think she was left alone in the world without a soul to call friend or family. To think she had lost her throne, her childhood promises, and now only had a meaningless title and the blood in her veins to show her worth. She had nothing, and that thought would echo maliciously in her head until her eyes welled with tears and her breathing grew hard to control.

That was where Andronika found herself. Sitting on the rocky edge of a dangerous cliffside with her eyes trained on the sea, lost in a tumult of her emotions. She'd managed to bite back the tears for now, having gotten over the first wave of grief, and was now just trying to calm herself down, trying to seal those thoughts back up in their jar and push them away again so she could continue. Needless to say, she was far too distracted to hear approaching pawsteps, or to pick up the scent of an approaching stranger on the salty winds. To her knowlegde, it was just her, the ocean, and her emotions.
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