Shadewood Everdream

@Cry and @Gwen, but anyone is welcome! Special mention for @Percival. Keeping the details about his whereabouts vague for now.

It was with great reluctance, that Chai pressed on, without Atticus by her side. They were supposed to make their way to Shadewood Keep together, but not everything had gone as planned. It never did...something she was used to throughout her young life thus far. She could only hope that fate would not repeat itself once again. If the stars lined up in her favor, then she would be turning a new page in this chapter. And if they didn't...well, she would just have to go back to square one.

Cinnamon ears turned back atop her crown, she pursed her lips while fretting over the whereabouts of Atticus. She would have felt so much better if he were at her side. Setting on the remainder of the journey alone was daunting and the closer she edged to her destination, the more frazzled her nerves became. He would show up soon enough, she supposed. She shouldn't worry...she should be looking towards what was hopefully going to be a new start and not worrying about a wolf she hardly knew. Though if it weren't for him, she never would have learned of Shadewood, and the possibilities it may offer her. That had to account for something, right?

Making her way west, Chai followed the directions her friend had given her, before they parted ways. Moving inland from the coast, she kept an eye on the terrain. She watched as it changed, gradually thickening into deeper stretches of forest. The tint of salt in the air from the ocean had faded, a sign that told her she was on the right track. Pressing onwards, she kept her eyes peeled for a particularly shady patch of woodland. At least, going by the namesake of the pack, such is what she would expect. Her final clue was the pungent scent of well maintained borders. It struck her nose, stirring in her a sense of familiarity and nervousness. She was social by nature...craved the company of a pack, but had only ever known her natal one. What if these wolves weren't as Atticus described? Pacing light footedly a healthy distance behind the markers, Chai was a picture of bunched up anxiety, her sleek fur slightly tussled from days of travel. She shook her head, squinting her eyes. Stop it, stop it. You are here now... Forcing herself to cease her nervous pacing, she threw her head back and called softly. Then waited, icy eyes searching into the depths for signs of life.