The youth by the falls had left the woman with an impression she had not experienced in some time. It was neither negative nor exceedingly positive, but certainly it was present to further alter her views of this strange world beyond the mountain. Upon the parting, she did not readily head back to the Glen, but looked to the tall mountains again with purpose. While it was her intention to stay with the Magnolia wolves, she was not without her own ambitions, her own goals to further her role amongst them. Unspoken or not, she had a duty to fulfill, more so to the young ones than anyone else.
The woman was more careful this time as she progressed over the treacherous peaks, though admittedly she was caught by the gravity of a few stumbles. But it was nothing in comparison to the tumble she had taken first from its tops. And as if to remind her, each time she looked down, she felt the hard pulse of her scar. But in time, that would come to fade as she would gallivant across the mountains as its master as she had with many of its likeness before.
A full day's travel brought her swiftly to the other side, and a day more brought her to the grimly set woodlands than had once been her home. As she neared the fragrant fields to the west however, she felt a sudden stampeding her heart… almost an apprehensive as she drew closer to its yawning vision. She could not quite explain the reason for this feeling, only that it became a part of her as surely as the tail was wavered slightly between her thighs. Perhaps she was worried that again she could cross paths with the wolves of the Thicket… Yet even in thinking this, it was not truly fear that gripped her, but an anxiety for the unknown as a visage of deep brown invaded her mind’s eye.