Faite amused herself by observing a squirrel run along side her while
she was on her tour on her own. Her silver fur fluttered in the air
in front of her as she suddenly halted. The chestnut brown squirrel
ran on ahead, leaving Faite to herself. She stood, listening to the
forest sounds and all it had to offer. The expression on her face
looked as if she had seen a ghost, or rather something unusual that
was not meant to be. Strange images flashed before her eyes as she
raised a paw. She looked at her snow-white paw and concentrated on
it, not knowing exactly what she was doing. Suddenly, her paw changed
from white to black and back again.

She was then released from her trance like state and back to normal.
She stood with her head lowered and panting hard. Her past has been
haunting her for years but she couldn't quite remember. Everything
seemed strange to her but she figured that if she would try not to
think of it, it'd go away. Her theory hasn't been proved yet, but she
still kept on trying.

She shook herself and her optimistic side came back to her. She
turned around and stared in the direction of the den. Maybe a rest
would calm her down. She trotted towards her new home in an attempt
to be herself again, or acting as if she was. Her slow trot soon
turned into a fast run. When she got to the den, she looked around.
No one was in sight. She entered the den and found a spot deep
inside. She curled up and tried to sleep, still shaking a bit.

She opened her eyes a few minutes later, realizing that it was
impossible to sleep. She sighed to herself but didn't do anything
else. She was a bit more relaxed now and thought she'd wait for
everyone else to come. –the alpha would bring the newcomers- she
thought.