Her roving had taken her further than she may have otherwise wished, but as she always did, she once again found herself under the familiar boughs of willow trees, thin beams of moonlight cutting through the slender branches, a trail of steaming breath left in her wake. While her first thoughts once may have revolved around summoning her brother @Skoll, to share with him that she had found no trace or trail of their absentee brother. Instead she found herself wondering over whether she should try to seek the company of another? His scent still lay about the borders, the tawny Lyall that went by the name of @Renier. Instead she paused at the borders perplexed.
She had not warned her mother of her departure, although in her naivety she had assumed her position secure. She was not to know of the absence of one of her biggest rivals, being @Taima. Nor was she to know that another of her siblings had disappeared throwing the pack into chaos once again. The dark yearling continued to skirt around the familiar scent markers, not convinced she was ready to return quite yet.
Dark toes trailed through the snow that now covered the ground, and not for the first time her mind wandered to the coming Spring. Her brothers words burned into her memory still, If you won’t do it, though, then I will. But would she? Could she? Her travels had left her lean, but her stamina was growing. Where others had bulk she would have speed. Enough of a warning had been left in her wake and so the dark wolf retreated into the shadows where the willows made way for the grander trees of the Sacred Grove. If nobody sought her out, perhaps she would make her return known at first light…? Perhaps.