February 19th, 9:40am, 25F/-4C
It was official. Aponi was sick of this place, she was sick of winter, the cold, the snow and she was sick of not knowing where she was. She hadn't explored enough to get more lost but she also hadn't explored enough to find her way out. All the yearling wanted was to get back to searching for the bastard who had killed her father and show them exactly what it meant to mess with an Aquila. Whatever they had done to Mapplethorpe she would turn around and dish out something ten times worse, torture them physically and psychologically until they were begging for her to kill them. She would do all of this, and she would relish every second of the revenge her fathered deserved.
Her sister might have been the one who was there for his death, but she would be the one to avenge it and really what was worth more? First though she had to find her way out of this god forsaken place that she had been trapped in for the past month. She had abandoned her prized den days ago and had been following the river ever since not even knowing if she was going in the right direction. She had enough sense to follow the way it flowed, typically all the water in the Lore flowed south so the farther south she went the more likely she was to find a place she recognized. In her new attempt at escape she had abandoned her previous rule of only coming out at night, in fact she hardly slept at all. This was consuming her whole and Aponi was letting it.