Home. She wasn't sure where that was any more. The mountain still felt like home, but could she make it up there now? Would it seem the same once she got there, or would it feel empty? Would it hurt to see the place where the terrible event had unfolded? She wasn't sure, but she did feel a need to return there. Angier could have returned, or another member wondering where everybody was. She should go back, actually being there would help make up her mind -to stay or go. And maybe she could figure out what had happened to both of her white leaders. She highly doubted either had returned, but there was something in her mind that needed the idea to be a proven fact. That everyone was really gone, and there was no more Midnight Plateau.


Healing wounds upon her like telling tattoos, she had gained back some strength,and started on her way to the high peak. It would be a long journey, but she had nothing else to do. Sure she was tempted to find Angier, see what had become of him, but he was not a cater-cousin. Secondly she didn't know where to look, and didn't exactly want to howl openly for a wolf she barely knew. A part of her was afraid to hear Alexander's children were dead, and she did not need such thoughts.


A steady stride, slower than a normal trot she cut away from her healing site, and to the open lands. She didn't have to get to the mountain right away. The cinamon peppered girl was curious if she might stumble into someone. Of coarse, she didn't think she would stumble upon a familiar black wolf she'd met in spring. Yet when she found a nearbye lagoon, surrounded by the thin forest of drooping willows she did catch his familiar scent. Inkheart.

Suprise alone had her cutting a few steps short. She had not seen the male in so long, she had thought he had dissapeared too. But here he was alive, and black as night coming toward her. Ears swivled upon the side of her silver mask, and her paw placed one more time in his direction. She was sure she did not look the same. She had cleaned up, and things were healing, but the long scars were evident in her hide where the skin was dark, and worn. First she opened her jaw to speak, but she knew not what to say. This was an unprepared meeting, and he appeared to be doing well.


Upon his question, a faint grin lingered on her black lined lips. "I'm alright, you should see the other guy," she replied in teasing tone, the end of her tail wagging feebly. She had certainly liked Ink upon first meeting, and had thought of seeing him again. Only not like this. The she-wolf had no intention of shying away, and hiding. She slowly reclined to her haunches feeling the rest on her worn muscles would be good timing. "What about you? I haven't seen you in awhile?" she inquired, with a raised brow.

A quiet laugh erupted from her lips. She wished she had beat the enemy to
a pulp, but she was sure the mountain had done that part mostly. " Almost," she answered, unsure what to really tell him. He had been pretty knowledgable of the lands when she'd met him, so there was no telling what he knew. She wanted to shrug her shoulders at his comment on her wounds. The truth was that would hurt them, and she'd flinch with the stinging pain. They were healing, but they still hurt like hell. Instead her butterscotch eyes swept up to his fiery, orange gaze with a seriousness to their depth. "They are, and I have been under the watchful eye of a medic. But I can not stand to be still why they heal any longer, so now I"m trying to get home, and not rip them further best I can."

Maybe she should have stayed with the charcoal toned lady longer, but Skylah had gotten to the point of crazy not having news, moving so little, and especially not taking care of herself. It had just been time to get out of there, and let the world decide what was to become of her now. Ears swept upward at his smooth tone, it made sense what he spoke of. She couldn't picture him beneath another's rule. "I, well, that would keep you busy. You might have better luck now, I think the pack of the mountain is no more," she responded rather quietly, looking to the clear surface of the water, her tone either of weariness, or sadness. Both perhaps.

Eyes clung along the edge of the peaceful water, doing best not to stare at him in surprise. She hadn't expected his offer, and pondered the value of it, if she should take him up on it. Expecting no one to be back on the mountain did have her aching for company, familiar company. She had been looking forward to seeing home, but seeing it empty? She'd tried not to worry to much about that. She supposed there was no harm in accepting his kindness, wasn't like things could get worse. She did trust him to a point, and what did she have to lose? Nothing. If anything she might least gain a friend, a new home if he managed to start one. Eyes closed momentarily while she took in the sweet smell of the lagoon, and the rogue's cologne. Black lined lips pursed, and quickly her eyes flickered to his. "I would appreciate that Ink, " she said in brutal honesty. Being alone was getting to be overrated.


"I was," she remarked, her tone indifferent. She honestly still didn't understand where Amelie had gone, and thinking Alexander possibly dead wasn't an easy thought. "But, sadly my female leader went missing, and a cougar came for her children. Her mate took the cougar down the mountain with him, and I pursued it so the rest of the pack could save the little ones." She swallowed the distate in her mouth, looking at her cream paws for a time. There wasn't much more to the story, it was clear what had put it's marks in her.


Carefully she rose back to a stand, and took a step toward the lagoon. Her head turned round, "I doubt I can make it all the way home today, but I'm sure I could reach the Heigths." She figured, she might as well state a goal, what she thought she could handle. She could see her former home from here, and it made it that much further instead of closer. However, she did want to try to get to the mountain range, where she was sure they could find a place to rest. She only wasn't sure when her body would cave, when it'd have enough of it's master's pushes. Her goal could take longer.

If nothing had changed she would be resting during the day, and wandering at night. Her healing

condition made it easier to travel with the sun as a companion. There was less animals traveling in

the rising heat, and in unknown lands she could avoid nature's hidden traps much easier. She had tried best to rest in the night's blanket, but she hardly had a restful slumber. The cougar, whom she belived dead, still did well to haunt her dreams feeding off the corspe of a large white, gray stroked wolf. If only her mind would blank out in true darkness, like it once had. A smile lingered on her muzzle, "I may actually get some real sleep then," and she hoped her own words were true. Knowing someone was keeping an eye on her once more would hopefully put nightmares to rest.


She hadn't thought he'd wonder of the children, or she'd hoped he wouldn't. She wasn't sure what the world had in mind for them, and her face became blank thinking of the best way to answer. She was sure Angier had done what he could for them, and the white lady she'd briefly met. Lips tucked in a tight frown, she let out a rather quiet sigh. She might as well get it out, maybe it would rid her body of the poison worry was. "I know the wolves who remained would do all they could for them. But they were only a day old, and in great need of a mother." It seemed by saying it aloud, their fate was sealed, they hadn't survived. Somehow she belived Angier would try to get them to a new home. Surely another pack would have had to have pups? She shook her head, not sure what to believe, what to let herself. "I plan to find out for sure, I just want to go home first." The word home hung in the air, almost like a question. Of coarse home was the mountain, and half of her hoped Angier would be there. She could kill two birds with one stone, and decide what was next.


Upon his question, skull titled slightly, blinking as eyes looked him over seeing how serious he was. She had not thought far into her future, struggling now with the present, but she didn't really need to think it over. "I would,"was her simply reply.