Emberwood We can live in a world that we design.

The Emberwood was familiar. Comforting. A surefire sign that their destination was just out of reach. Durnehviir chose to scout ahead through the trees in her excited anticipation, for she could swear she heard the distant roar of her beloved creek.

Songbirds welcomed the new day and pale morning light dappled the forest floor, but the russet Frostfur took little heed of either as she continued South. She radiated sheer, unbridled joy at the thought of setting up home in her mother's old den, preparing it for the arrival of her own offspring. The time to whelp would come soon, she felt, and Durnehviir was eager to meet the pups she'd always longed for - but never dared to dream of.

@Constantine and the others were close by if she needed them, but the Durnehviir maintained her optimism and refused to allow the worry of danger to dampen her spirit. She was content to be alone with her thoughts as she loped through the forest, every stride bringing her closer to life's new chapter.