Deep down she knew that this was going to be a hard transition. She was scared; afraid of what she might find if she traveled even an hour more. Would she still be safe by then and would she still be alive when she finally found her litter mate? Fear rose in her, nailing her to the ground as she felt the anxiety running its course along her body. With the sun dipping down near the horizon she felt plagued—she wanted to continue moving but she was tired, she needed a place to rest and sleep for the night.
It only took a few moments before realizing that there was another’s scent here. One that had not been here a few minutes ago and now seemed almost dominant. This other wolf was here, watching her more than likely so she began to lower herself to the ground instinctively. The breaking silence caused her to stir as she jumped out of panic and fright before her eyes caught sight of the stranger. He was in no way scary, but just another wolf that didn’t bear any resemblance to someone she might know. That was to be expected in a place that was new and unexplored.
“Uhh…” she whimpered pathetically as her eyes stayed clear to the ground to avoid looking at him in fear of being hurt, “y-yeah. I… I d-don’t know where I a-am.” Well, duh Kat. That’s what lost means, dipshit. Katrina scolded herself, finding that no matter what she said or did made her all the more angry with herself. She might as well just dig herself a hole and bury herself in it.