She wasn't far from home, and had never gone any further south of the creek who's banks she now stood upon. No one had ever told her not to venture out, but she had self imposed this limit. How easily, and how long Mercy and Aponi had gotten lost for... It would be all too easy for Nova to get stuck out there all the same. Just as she had finally resigned herself to the supposed fact that the two would never return, they had appeared on the borders.
She thought she would be overjoyed by their return, as Mapplethorpe had assured her that they eventually would. However, Nova couldn't help the sick pit that formed in her stomach when they had. Nova could do nothing right before Aponi, and now Mercy was surely under her sister's paw. The pack had become a swirl of energy as soon as the two had come back, Nova doing her best to keep well out of it lest Aponi make her bring her food or water or whatever else the princess deserved. Nova groaned, trying to remember a time Aponi had ever been nice to her... The memories were there, but from a time when all was fuzzy and indistinct. It might as well have never happened.
Before Nova had even a chance to run across Mercy, her friend, Aponi had whipped up a storm over something Nova wasn't quite sure about, and now her, Mercy, and Karpos were gone. She'd never talked much to the Slayer boy, not that Nova was very talkative to begin with, and now she probably never would. All because of her stupid sister.
Nova stepped into the creek, now contemplating crossing into the unknown beyond it. A blackened forest tinged with the vibrant greens of new growth lay on the other side, and something about it called to her. Maybe it would refresh her mind to get away from all of the drama of the pack... At least for a little while.