Predictability mingled with habit, checking borders, gathering herbs, looking after the children, all of it had left Vanadis stuck in a bit of a rut. It was never meant to be like this.. or at least, this isn't how she envisioned her life. Not that she disliked her circumstance, but she needed change, needed adventure, craved it in some innate way. Thus, she found her itchy paws straying further from the territory, south and east under the cover of darkness until she reached the willows. The last time she had been here she'd met a strange woman, perhaps that woman was still here? Or maybe she would find more clues as to the strange disappearance of the pack here...
She walked through the willows for a while, glancing around at the whip-like branches cascading toward the ground. It was nice here..