Deshyr, for the most part, had become adjusted to her parents' absence in the short time they were gone. Once they had both been away longer than a hunt's length, she had simply tried to move on. Occasionally she would be struck wanting, and find herself whimpering to no one in particular, and completely out of the blue— as if suddenly missing the several large bodies she had always known that currently weren't around— but moods like these were fleeting.

Instead, the girl mostly spent her time fly-chasing and hole-digging, only taking a break from her newfound independence every now and again to check up on her siblings or nap at the densite.

And then at some point during the puppies' stint under Maia's tutelage, Deshyr decided that she needed to be picking up the slack her absentee parents had left behind. It was a severely cloudy day, but the bellibone paid the skies no mind as she sprang from the Frostfur den and make a literal, zig-zagging beeline for Sunspire borders.