Evening, south western part of Dragonfly Fen by the lake (-83.55972, 68.20313)
Sahalie could feel the hormones inside of her raging to a crescendo but she had to ignore them. They needed a home. It had been a few days since the girl had last seen most of her group, and now that they had at last crossed the mountains it was about time they all catch up with each other. Sahalie did not enjoy exploring on her own so much, but it felt smarter to spread themselves out as they looked for a home—though inwardly she had to admit this was also borne out of a desire to keep her distance from Larkspur, Alastor, and Niles now that her scent was becoming stronger and she was feeling her infinite patience eroding. They had finally made it to the southern part of the Vale and, as she made her way out of the foothills and into the higher elevation above Dragonfly Fen, she felt herself smiling at the dark, comfortable forests that spread out below her. It had only been a few months since she had last seen them but she missed the blue mists of Spectral Woods so much that it ached.
The temperatures that had spiked a few days ago were descending once more, and the snow had slowly returned and was once more accumulating at her ankles. The icy blanket made it so hard to find a place to settle: it concealed everything in white sameness and feeling any particular attachment to one piece of woods or the next was difficult. But the snows would melt soon, perhaps, and the trees would begin to bud again and they would find their home. Until then, they would keep looking. Sahalie called for them. They would assemble under the clear night sky and discuss the days ahead of them.