Sequoia Coast The Journey of the Lost

With every paw placed up and put down, it seems as though Ravens conscious turned wicked. Ever since she left, the nagging feeling in her head was Sa cer ga bretchte, you couldve done better. But silently, she continued to follow behind the snow coated male, not daring to stop for his strides were almost double hers, through his longer legs comparison to her shorter ones. Not having any destination said aloud, he led, and she followed, with no problem.

Raven's brain refused to silence itself. Her maw only remained closed, keeping her internal chaos to herself, and herself only. The alpha...did the pale wolf say his name?...she knew not, for she knew nothing of his ancient world language. She made in her mind that she would return to him one day...and that day would be different. Hopefully Azarartha would help her again. Turning her thoughts back on the present, her nose caught onto the scent of water...a sea, rather. Her ears heard the faint sound of splashing, not caused by the liveing, but by something more massive..the sea. Was he leading her to the coastline?

She did not know it he was hungry or not, but she desired to find food. She had not eaten in a while, so she called out, not too loud, unknown of his temperament at the current moment. "Are you hungry?"