The most shameful thing that could happen to an Alpha had happened to her. She hadn't been prepared for an attack, and it almost caused the death of every one of her pack members. That was rough, considering there were now far and few packs, the Valley Pack had been one of the largest because almost the whole entire town was filled with wolves. None of the wolves had actually died though, but she had to offer up herself to be taken as prisoner to avoid such. It took a long time for her to escape from them, but they never broke her spirit. What did was when she returned and they had replaced her, and shunned her completely.
Now she just traveled, going wherever the land seemed to bring her. Very hippie-like, actually. Though after losing her pack like that, she hadn't been entirely too crazy to find a new home, and she doubted she could join another pack. The first pack she had run into was six months after she lost hers, and they respected her decision to stay a lone-wolf, as long as she got off their land within a few days. The next, a few months after that, had been composed of mostly males and decided she was going to go along with them whether she wanted to or not. That time she fought for her freedom, and spent weeks running from them.
A year had passed since she left, and somehow or another she ended up in Pennsylvania, the opposite side of the country from where she was from. She could smell other wolves in the woods clearly, they must have taken their home here, but she found she cared little. If they actually found her, she could escape, she was sure of it. Dropping down underneath a large tree, she kept her ears open and listening as she closed her eyes, planning on resting a little bit before moving on.