She cursed that it was already close to night fall, but she was a wolf. She knew what she was doing. Her father had taught her how to survive. She found a stream and followed it for a couple of miles. She was going deeper into the forest, toward the mountains. Something about it felt right. She was glad she trusted her gut when she came across a cave with lush greenery partially covering the doorway. She went inside and put her bag down. She opened it to see what exactly her father had packed. She smiled when she pulled out blankets, bread wrapped up with cheese, smoked meats from her pantry, a couple knives, toiletries and all the practical clothes she owned.
“Ayna, are you there?” she probed as she went back out and began looking for low hanging branches.
“Yeah...” a weak voice respo
