Seraphina paused at the edge of the forest. Before her lay a vast expanse of land with sparse vegetation and harsh, ragged terrain. It was the foothills before the Mountain where her old pack lived. She settled down next to a tree to lick the wound, a ragged cut, that ran across her back left hip. It was healing nicely thanks to her knowledge of herbs, but Phina knew that it would leave a scar. In a way, she was happy that it would.
Once she had cleaned the fur around the cut and cleaned the cut itself, Phina rose to her paws and continued towards the foothills of the mountain. She favored her back left leg, but tried her best to disperse her weight evenly. She didn't want to advertise the weakness, but she also didn't want to aggravate the wound. It had been a long journey to get here and Phina knew she still had a long ways to go.
Finally, the tawny she wolf detected the scent of her old pack, Silent Moon Plateau. She stopped, recognizing and respecting the border. This was no longer her home and Phina did not expect any sort of welcome home party. She had one purpose in coming back to this place and she intended to see that intention through one way or another. She shook her long, golden and brown coat before demurely tipping her head back and calling for the Alpha. It was Phineas she wanted to see and she did not plan on dealing with anyone but him. After everything she had been through, Phina had no more patience for nonsense.