It had been an unusual request, but one she could not deny her poor dark boy if she had tried. Through the hell they had endured he had found himself a friend and while he was willing to make the journey alone she simply would not permit it. That did not mean she wouldn’t allow her son to roam ahead, he knew to call if she was needed... But until such a time, it was just her again, on her own, wandering amongst the caressing low lying branches of the Ghastly Woods. How many times had she been here? With Rhysis and with Tenzin. This had been her first home when she came to the lands of lore and still the woods embraced her as their own. Welcomed her back like a long lost daughter. She loved the openness of her mountain home, loved the crispness of the air. But this place was so similar to the woods in which she had been born. It was places like this that were in her blood.
She moved like a shadow between the trees, patient and confident in her steps, taking little care to avoid letting others know of her presence. She was after all, a queen in her own right, if not this far down the mountain, and she was more than confident she could hold her own if she had to. The snow was shallow here, shallower than in the open places anyway. She walked, with a destination in mind, but in no real rush to get there - following the scattered prints of her youngest, now almost fully-grown son.