Her footsteps echoed against the trees around her as she made her way to the one place she knew she could find rest and a drink before making the trip up to the Mountain of Dire where Angier was. The white form moved slowly, as quietly as she could to avoid notice by any being including other wolves. Her head was low, tail simply lying limp between her legs, ears falling where they wished. The den she had found upon arriving in Relic Lore was just over the next hill, through the trees and tucked in against the mountains... if no one else had claimed it...that was.
Before too long, the semi-circle of clearing came into view as her form parted from the trees surrounding the clearing to enter into the open area. At first, she stopped and lowered her head to smell the grass around the cave entrance - trying to discern if anyone else was using it. So far, she couldn't smell anything new.. Long legs carefully brought her closer to the cave and finally inside the warmth of it. While there was grass, and it was warmer out than it had been.. the heat was a relief to both her body and her wounds. A sigh escaped her as her tail finally disappeared as she explored the well-known recesses of her old home to ensure there was no other occupant to contend with.
It was hard for her to be inside the shadowed enclosure...as farthest in the back where no wind nor rain took the scents away - a faint smell caught her nose... Raigo's scent. A soft whine echoed throught the cave as she lowered her head to the spot where he had lain once, inhaling the smell of her brother. How long had he been gone? To her.. it almost seemed the cave was flash frozen in time - and he could come bounding in with some trouble or another on his heels...She stayed staring at what she might assume had once been his bed while she'd been away for what felt like hours - her mind painting fanciful pictures of their time together. A noise behind her made her turn, hoping to see Raigo...
Not finding either Raigo nor an occupant of the cave, the she-wolf emerged and walked over to the small pool of mountain-fed water and lowered her head to drink. She wouldn't bathe in the waters, it would only taint them with it having nowhere to go. In the absence of the two wolves who'd made a home of it..the smooth rock the water gathered in had been overtaken by the pool. Thanks to the runoff from the melting snow and the rains of spring.. the water made a small two-tier 'falls' as it filtered off the rock and gathered near the base of the formation in another pool. All told..it was a rather pretty sight to see.
She smiled softly, her tail shifting back and forth as she simply enjoyed the view before once more sating her thirst and then moving back towards the den where she went inside and curled up quietly. It was no coincidence that she chose to curl up in the very back of the cave, or that her nose was resting right over where Raigo's scent was the strongest. Having chosen to avoid 'remarking' her territory, she hoped other wolves would discredit her passing scent as just that - passing through and do the same. The rock flooring of the cave was uncomfortably hard to her thinned form - but after a bit of squirming, she found a suitable spot to rest and closed her eyes. Finally, she could get some sleep.. and forget what had happened to her - for a time.