Ankyra Sound lost at sea

Attention: @Illidan

She had let him know of her temporary sojourn; she had no intentions of being gone for as long as she was. But more storms came, and with them went her sense of direction. It took her in the opposite direction of where the rest of her family lingered that did remain; she missed @Takiyok and her return, and moved in the opposite way of which she settled. It seemed possible they could be anywhere with the weather being what it was, but she knew they had not returned to the glacier.

Defeat was not something she readily accepted. Not when it came to this, anyway. Tunerk did not want to give up on the idea that her brother was somewhere near, and so for a time she rest, alone, at the glacier. Her mother had once told her something to the effect of lost things are usually where you left them. And this was where she had left them. When hunger set in, well, that was when she rose and moved to hunt. Small game; independently, she was not able to bring down anything. She had watched her family, but she was alone—and not well taught.

Tunerk instinctively understood she would not survive on her own. It was that point that she turned back to head toward Rusalka, though her way home was not easy. It had not been a straight shot here, and even with the improving weather her old trail was impossible to follow in how she had arrived at all. But, well, she found the familiar scents of wolves she had known... and new ones, too.

She could not regret leaving. Tunerk had her answers, and no more questions. She could only hope her mother and her brother and her aunts and her uncles were well out there, and were finding their place wherever they found themselves—as she was now.