Not surprisingly, the Vuesain wolves were on the move again. It seemed to be their adapted way of lifestyle. So much that the constant traveling was something that Neha had gotten used to. She had hoped, with Aleister, that they would find some sliver of solace in the far north. But they were wrong. They only had to go as far as the lowlands to figure that out. The OMINOUS figures of the four coyotes encircling them had been a surefire sign that the tundra was not the place for them. Any other day, Neha would have gladly taken up the lesser canids on the challenge, confident in the fact that she could take them down. But they were unusually bold, and the odds were in their favor. Four scraggly coyotes; three wolves. Outnumbered and on their own, it was not worth the fight.

She knew not what had happened to the lone gray female. But she wished her well, sending her off with a few tips in navigating the vast land of the Lore so her travels would prove just a little easier. She and her brother swung back around, diving further into lusher regions, passing by the secluded spring and emerging into the orchards. The weary look on her face said it all. She wanted to rest here for the night, even though it was still early. Eyes narrowed suspiciously, they darted rapidly, searching the vegetation for any sign of more coyotes. "Not to jump the gun...but it seems safe enough here." She addressed Aleister without turning to look his way. "What do you think?"