On the man's instruction, Vana headed south, until the willow trees began sprouting from the ground, large and imposing in their stoic silence. He had said that it seemed to him as if everyone had deserted the Lore, but she had allowed herself to hope that at the very least they would still be there, that he was exaggerating. Her brow furrowed as she followed the trees into the heart of the territory, and found herself standing alone amongst them. Her nose lifted, searching the air for borders, for signs of life, but she found none. Whatever her father's birth pack had been, whoever her aunt had been, they were gone now.
Pale eyes swiveled, searching for answers amongst the willows, but there were none to be found, and suddenly Vanadis couldn't remember why she had even come. Her heartbeat drowned out the silence, drumming in hear ears as she felt a loss that wasn't even her's to begin with. Had all the wolves truly left? So she sat, bathed in light from the setting sun and waited for something, for anything to happen.
Slowly, eventually, she made peace with the fact that her subconscious journey had come to an end. She had found what she was kind of looking for, and now she would have to regroup, and start anew. After all, Vana never really thought she'd even be able to find this place, so it shouldn't have bothered her. With a sigh, the woman stood up, and turned to leave, thoroughly unimpressed with the trip so far.