Esma did not think about her mother Ash Paw very often - not because she had not loved her, but rather in the girl's opinion her spiritual journey took precedence of any former wordly attachments. Her mother had taught Esma all she knew about her own gods and shared stories about the others, but the rest was for the daughter to discover on her own. She had learned that with very few exceptions the people she had met along in her path, either did not view the questions she had about spirituality the same way she did, or they were unable to give her satisfying answers. If there was one thing she knew for sure - of them all, people knew the least about gods. 

So, she spent more time on her own, watching the world, thinking about it and coming to her own conclusions. This filled her days to the brim and she never grew tired of it. However, now and then a flash of memory or feeling would find its way in her perfect world of thoughts and make her return to the earth again. Most often this happened, when she found herself next to rivers and other bodies of water - making her remember about the Riverclan and mom in particular. This was, what she was doing, when the sound of approaching footsteps drew her out from contemplation and she looked up to see the two young wolves coming her way.