Nothing

Weeks passed and still the emotional void didn't fade. Graea wandered on wherever her bare feet carried her. She rarely entered any human settlements. They had little that she needed, but she still travelled mostly in her human form, feeling the shattered bonds that she'd had with her family a little less when not in her wolf form. The ordeal with the rogue male was locked away with everything else, hardening the young female yet further. She met a few others similar to him in her travels. Large males with no pack. Not powerful enough to take a pack from another and not prepared to follow another. Some just wandered and tried their luck with passing females in a more casual manner but a few were as the first, aggressive cocky bastards who would simply take what they wanted.

But Graea was a fast learner. She no longer waited to ask questions of herself or of them. She made quicker, harsher judgements and more than once took the rogues by surprise. She rarely came off unscathed, she was much smaller than most of them, but her shift to her natural form was rapid and her wolf was particularly large, with jaws far more powerful than any crinos. More often than not it was the massive golden wolf in her that took down the unsuspecting males and she began to fall to a dark place where she cared not whether she left them alive or dead. The only thing that she was certain of was that no male would ever touch her unbidden again.

Whether the touches offered by those that stopped to try and break into her solitude were offered in kindness, lust or rage, she reacted to them all the same way. Her cold stare and warning snarls were given, though not for long... she would never again give an aggressor time to get near her. Those with brains enough to heed these warnings and leave her be were the only ones who walked away without injury as it was a matter of seconds before the giant wolf erupted from her slender frame, claws and teeth already prepared for attack. Most humans rarely stayed beyond the snarled threats. The one that pressed forwards with thick leather armor and a belt laden with garlic, stakes and silver weapons didn't have the time to use them, and by the time her rage subsided and she prowled away, he would never use them again.

Despite the savage treatment she passed out on those that crossed her, she didn't exactly become news. The males were reluctant to retell their stories, thinking up other ways to explain their wounds... if they survived the blind rage of the enormous, cold-blooded golden female, and she moved on far too quickly, never hanging around anywhere for longer than a day or two. She became a skilled hunter even in her humanoid form, stealthy and sharp. She thought fast and reacted with a calculating precision that served her well. Being her own protector sharpened both her skills and her senses. Weeks faded into months, which in turned blurred into years. Her youthful visage began to darken with a coldness and detachment from the world around her. She had nothing. She felt nothing.