Ankyra Sound Seculsion

She had not visited Ankyra Sound before, she realized as she looked down upon the Sound.

It had been eons since she had last left her pack on such a long excursion, but she needed to get away. She was surrounded by failure, she began to think as she reflected on the past few moons. Loners ceased to visit Blackfeather, now scared away by the rumors of the dark forest. The Dark Brotherhood now consisted on her and her mate, which was not enough. As if there were contracts to begin with. Meldresi was drowning in the thought that she had failed her goddess, and needed time away.

She did not know why she turned to the coast, however. Perhaps it was just a need to escape from the familiar forests and grasslands of the inland. Why she visited the Sound was another vexing question. The pack that once inhabited this nic in the coast's length had been her only employer, and their mission was cut short when both packs seemed to crumble at the touch of the Dark Brotherhood. The Night Queen wondered where Caiaphas had gone, slightly longing for another talk with the coywolf. She had been a rather interesting character.

But Mephala was not such a merciful goddess to serve. Everything that was woven into her web was done so for a reason. Every event, every death, every failure. Perhaps she was destined for more. Perhaps her children would be the ones that would create the Dark Brotherhood and build it to its strength, and she was merely the vessel for them. Meldresi found a secluded cave near the shore and watched the waves crash against the sands and rocks. Perhaps she could find an answer in meditation.