With a few mishaps along the road, the two older wolves had gotten themselves turned around while on their way towards the Secret Woodlands, where the couple intended to see Ash's sister. With the violet storms that ravaged the Lore, the mated pair were lucky they didn't more lost than they were. However, with the years experience under their belts from living within Relic Lore, they were able to get back on track and head towards the thicket once again.
Rarely did the phantom leave her husband's side, but when they stopped to rest for an hour or so, the Moon woman wanted to explore for a moment or two. Taking her leave from him, she explored the fields lazily, her aching joints urging her to take a rest along with Ash. However, her one eyed gaze spotted a high elevated hill that seemed to give an amazing view of the fields surrounding it. Slowly, the older woman took her time to climb the grass hill, her heart aching softly for the mountains where she once ruled. The terrain had been rough and dangerous, but that was truly her true home. Still today with her old age and aching joints, the fallen mountain leader would be able to travel along the mountain like a seasoned veteran. Athena knew the mountain like the back of her paw, but her old home was far from here appearing only as a small speck upon the horizon as she crested the top of the hill and looked beyond.
What a sight.