Hollow, cold brown eyes latched down onto the land below. Past the jagged, rugged slopes of the mountain and into what lay beyond. The Vuesain had stood there like a statue for endless moments, seemingly indifferent. But one look at her was all any observer needed to know that a great battle was waging within her. One she had been fighting for far too long. And now, she gave up.
Eyes crinkling, the faintest of sneers twisted at her once lovely muzzle. Her throat felt dry...sour. She had been born cradled in the arms of this very mountain, just a stones throw from here. But, as she looked towards what had once been her home...her birthright by blood, she was met with nothing but bitterness. Pain. Regrets. Shattered hopes. Everything or everyone that had come into her life was gone. Her father, lost to the great wilderness. Her younger sisters, swept up by the same fate. Her brother Cernan, vanished...snuffed out. Her mother, ripped from her by sickness. Draven, torn away by lack of passion. And Sachiel, cast away because of her own carelessness. Even her distant Uncle was nowhere to be found anymore.
But Aleister remained. The wolf she once resented as a teenager for running off on his family, twice. That same wolf who reappeared back in her life when she needed him the most. Between them, they had made a pledge of loyalty solely to one another. No one else came first. Not even Vigil's Keep. The pack had fallen apart. She found no trace of @Aytigin and severed her connections with the others. Nineva, she didn't bother tracking down, knowing she was too concerned in finding Elias. Her time away, on what had been a soul searching mission, had yielded the answers she needed. There was nothing left for her here anymore.
Aleister had never been much for pack life and all the drama. She would free them from their binds. It seemed to be true; that the wonder bug infamous for running in the Vuesain bloodline, had finally caught up to them. She did not know where the world would take them. Be it to a better future or non existence. All that mattered was survival, and him. Huddling close against his dark agouti fur, her eyes softened as they paired with his bi-colored ones. A gentle nibble to the back of his ear, while her tail flicked, once. Then she turned away. Without a sound. There would be no goodbyes. There was no need. All anyone would ever need was the proof of her retreating steps in the snow. And their all that was left of their scents, which would soon be blowing in the wind. Only their ghosts remained.
Exit for the last time.