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@Dio, @Thuringwethil

To hear their beloved Heda had fallen ill, everything shifted within Ajatar. The wolves that mattered worried over the situation, giving her any last minute preparation should she have to go through the entire ceremony. The next expectations seemed to change, too, and without the whereabouts of Seregrýn, they cannot afford to linger. She could have chosen to stay back in Trigeda and made it her kingdom instead of Drageda. It would be the smart thing to do, to shift the power back where it is most needed and leave them to flounder in their distance. Not even Sangeda is much use, despite cutting the journey between the two.
 
Word traveled first to Sangeda, when @Hux reached their destination first, and on their return, they stop for a few nights and exchange what information between packs is necessary to carry back to their destination. Between the three of them, it was bound to make its way back to the respective recipient and eventually they were back on the road.
 
She didn’t know what to expect by the time they made their way to the northern borders of Drageda. The scents were unfamiliar to her, having never gotten the chance to meet commander. She did not recognize the scents that once more linger with strength that Hux or @Melchior may have once remembered. Regardless, Drageda was now her home whether or not the woman was still alive and she glances once over her shoulder to her two companions for any objection to her decision to continue over the border. She left the call to be made to the boys while she breeched into the unknown.