King Elk Forest Like I've seen him somewhere before

@Cenric

She was tired.

And hungry.
Weak, slow. But her eyes held a brightness that warded off the crows and coyotes that tried to see if they could take her on.
Diminished, but not dead.
Talking to her son had breathed some air into her fire and Sacnite was full of steam.

She travelled to a forest she'd once known a pack to try and form in.
However, the scent here was different from the one before. This one was full of...life and flowers whilst the last was just...testosterone and depression. Rosings they were called.

She sniffed about the borders for a while longer, wondering if anyone was at home.