A N A K A
The fae shook herself, sending water in all directions. She was in safe ground, yes, it was high and clear, plus, that there was the scent of a pack nearby. She was excited that at least she was getting closer. And the closer, the better, and sooner she'll join. Anaka is tired of this insane walking and living alone like a loner. She wasn't made for that. Surviving is something harsh and cruel. Surviving alone is even worst. She didn't want to remain like this much longer, knowing that at a certain point she wouldn't be able to stand it either. Being alone with herself made her think a lot. And that thinking brought too many memories she had tried to forget so many times... Sighing, she walked under a tree and sat, watching the water drive by.








