Being so close the the ridge brought back more than a few memories, but the ivory female refused to review them. The little princelings were gone, her brother was gone, her father was gone. It wouldn't do her any good to dwell on the past, so she didn't. Ignore your problems until they resolve themselves. Still, she was curious enough to have a look around, and confirm all of those things she'd heard about the Ridge, be they from Maeve, or Ravenna herself. At one point Celandine even considered trying out a howl on the borders, but then decided against it. The willow wolves already knew of their little gathering, and poking them further would make for more difficult relations in the future. Instead, she found herself a little farther out, taking in the various scent trails. It would seem that their numbers weren't quite as bad as she had assumed, but that meant next to nothing if their borders weren't enforced.
The snap of a twig had Celandine's gaze wildly flickering over the horizon. She wasn't technically doing anything wrong. It wasn't her fault that she was able to take in so much information. She wasn't even on their borders. Gods they were in for it now. And then, as she watched a winter hare dart it's way through the willows, she laughed. The little guy was safe this time. Morganna had them under a no-hunting policy, but his erratic movements had certainly given her a shock. A mistake he would have died for had it been any other day.
Satisfied with her investigation, the pale fae began making her way back to the others. There were still a couple days ahead of them, so she might as well get some rest.