Having traveled north along the other side of the mountain had not been without it’s experiences, but the familiar smells of the Vale bought with them a kind of quiet confidence - this was where she belonged. Her mother had taken the time before she left to remind the young explorer that the Spectral Woods were best avoided, and so once she was free of the mountainous terrain she headed east, and then east again. The ground vanishing beneath her paws easily between the well spaced trees along the fringes of the Red Fern Forest. She was in no rush to return to the Dragonfly Fen and so when the unfamiliar sound of crashing water came to her ears, she was not about to pass up the opportunity to explore and become more familiar with these far reaches of the realm.
The falls were a sight to behold in themselves. She was reminded of the stories old Bel had subjected her to as the only living child of the litter, the feeling of her own eyes widening in wonder at the mention of falls that moved like magic, fleeing those who were not pure enough to lay eyes on their beauty. She remembered the way her mother had chuckled at the claims and simply said that her own mother was simply to senile to remember their location. The edges of her smile softened then, her memories taking a sadder turn.
Once she had stopped to drink her fill from the pool at the base of the Falls she continued on her way, only slowing as the scents of strange wolves came to her, well established paths criss-crossing here and there. Her ears flicked back momentarily, realising she must be drawing near to a pack. Until something drew her closer. She was young, and so very lonely, and suddenly her great adventure didn’t seem so grand with the scent of a family lingering so close. Posed half ready to flee should the inhabitants prove hostile, she called out in hesitant greeting, beckoning the inhabitants forward. Perhaps it was time to try and find a new home. One that she had chosen for herself.