She'd missed it - it was only by the grace of the gods above that she'd heard whispers of the date.. the day. Something about the last week had been nagging at the ivory female, and she finally knew what it was. Raigo had just turned two.. a few days ago... she thought.. maybe it was a week? She wasn't sure.. but she couldn't ignore it - he'd finally become a full fledged adult, and she simply wouldn't let the date pass without some kind of..token towards the youth.
So, on the evening of the second day of February, Vlarindara had dredged her emaciated form out of the den she'd had.. and gone hunting. The hunt was nearly fruitless, with only the leftovers that mother nature saw fit to reward those in her bosom with. However, she managed to find a too slow beaver within the frigid waters of Bramble Falls.. And gripping the thing by its tails,she carried her catch to the other side of Relic Lore - to a place she was no longer welcome. A sigh slipped past the lips of the white female.. as she traversed the distance with a single minded intensity - she had to get her 'gifts to Raigo before too much time had passed.
Though already, she felt he would have figured she'd forgotten all about him. A spear of fear rent her heart.. as she finally crossed the forests of Cedarwood - moving towards where the Grizzly Hollow pack made their home. What...if he sent her away, just as Jayse did? She had initially thought to call out to the wolf - to see him.. but.. the fear that he would no longer wish to see her.. the single shred of hope she still held that he would still want her.. she didn't want that broken.
It was selfish of her, she knew.. but as she drew closer to the borders, the white wolf had no other plans in mind.. and with a shiver of cold winds on her matted and ragged pelt, she lowered her head, and the catch to the borders of the territory. The last she knew, Raigo had been the second - holding the place of honor beside her.. so.. perhaps it was he that would be patrolling the borders..Perhaps.. she could catch a glimpse of him - see how well he had fared. Though the beaver was frozen with the length of her travel.. Having arrived mid-morning of the third day in February.. she hoped that whomever patrolled would cross its path.
Slowly, with her heart breaking at leaving the thing, Vlarindara lowered her head and brushed her muzzle up against the frozen brown hide.. before she pulled away. It was in her to run as far and as fast as her legs could carry her - but in the weakness the winter was leaving in its wake, she could barely manage a walk, and a sedate one at that. So instead, the female drifted away from the borders and found a somewhat..secluded venue from which to watch the borders - and the beaver she'd left for a wolf she still considered her little brother.
From here, she hoped to be able to catch.. even the smallest glimpse of the wolf she'd protected.. of a male who had brought out the strength in her heart. It was dangerous to linger, that much she knew - after all..if Jaysyek was the one to be on patrol, Vlarindara had no doubts she would be chased away with little adieu. But... there was another reason she hung around - a subconscious one. Being alone for the majority of the winter had left her weak, barely able to hunt for herself.. and many-a-time, wishing to simply lay down in the snow and remain there until the cold took what warmth was left. But, each time, the thoughts of the small yearling trapped in the middle of a river.. his strength as he grew older - things she admired about the boy. And unbidden.. a thought slid through her weary, cotton filled mind.. Of begging reentry into the pack of Grizzly Hollow.. of prostrating herself on the ground at Jaysyeks feet.. to beg not forgiveness.. but perhaps.. reentry into a place that called for her even from across the valley.
Another violent shiver wracked the wolfs frame from where she curled behind the small rock - single amber eye watching the borders. She wouldn't be permitted within the confines of Grizzly Hollow.. though the... the thought was there - and now that it had manifested itself, it was needling at the back of her mind.. She knew that the chances of being allowed - even if she did prostrate herself, beg or simper were slim.. if that. But.. could she really come all this way and not try?