The yearling had been in the woods for weeks, no longer really looking for anything just disbelieving what she had found. Just as @Nova had said it was, the Keep wolves were nowhere to be seen and there wasn't a single sign of the pre-existing pack. The old den was abandoned and the scent's of the wolves who once lived there had long since worn away. Aponi slept there anyways, hoping that one day she would wake up and Mapplethorpe would be scolding her for lazing the day away. She didn't care for the other pack members and couldn't care less about where they ended up or if they were okay. The only thing the silver princess stuck around for was any sign that her father was alright and not dead as her sister professed him to be.
Day after day she patrolled what had once been their borders, wearing a track into the snow. Aponi never purposely left her scent behind but she knew the territory smelled of her as she had been haunting it for so long. Soon it would be time to move on and as her blue eyes watched the black clouds rolling in with wary eyes she knew it had to be before dark. Last year the whole pack had almost died trying to flee the mountain and the yearling knew just how dangerous the weather could be once in the higher altitudes.
Nodding to herself once Aponi made up her mind, she would do one last circuit before beginning the journey up the mountain. If she was lucky she could make it to the Pass not much after darkness fell. Most wolves would have been lonely after being alone for so long but the silver fae found that she kind of enjoyed it, at least when she wasn't shivering so hard she couldn't sleep. She had no one to answer to, no parents with expectations, no mate or pack enforcing rules upon her, she could do whatever she pleased. Yet even with this new freedom she anguished over the thought of her father decaying somewhere. It couldn't possibly be true; she wouldn't accept it. Little did she know that Aponi stood just feet from where her sister had laid his body to rest. Now the snow stood heavy upon his grave, covering the patch of ungrown dirt and bledning the spot into the scenery. Raising her muzzle to the sky she called for him to return to her, for the first time since she had gotten home she let the world know where she was.