She had travelled far away from the shore. She had no more desire to smell the sea and headed inland. The marred female skirted the Silvertip Mountain, though no one lived on it anymore. Deeper and deeper she walked. It would have been a shorter walk, had it not been for the weight in her womb. She was due in less than two weeks now and she needed to find a pack or risk raising her petits" alone.
Erika plodded heavily, having entered a place known as Northstar Vale. Shaking herself from the flies that were landing on her dark fur, she kept walking, hoping she could find another pack nearby. Her paws were aching, the pads threatening to crack at any moment. She needed to rest, but couldn't she drag herself a bit farther before she did?
The pregnant female walked a bit further, her pace slowing until she smelled something. A border? Walking as swiftly as she could, she set her paws by the thick scents. A pack, a new one as far as she could tell. She didn't know that this one had made its home on the mountains. Satisfied, she collapsed, exhausted. She tilted her head back to howl her arrival before laying her head down, thankful for this bit of rest. It was not good for her or her pups to have gone so far, and hopefully she would be accepted so she didn't have to go any further.