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The wayward she-wolf was within Teekon Wilds once more – no true rhyme or reason. The beauty of her surroundings did not ‘call to her’ – she simply had yet to settle anywhere truly, after the avalanche at Northstar Vale.
 
Her paws swept close to the borders, though she did not stray closer. Ears pivoted upon her skull as her bright eyes glanced over the terrain before her – a reasonable place, possibly, but appearances could be deceiving. Summer was upon them, and the raven she-wolf was not in such a rush to gain access to a pack’s resources.. but the loneliness was wearing thin, even for her, and so tipping her slender muzzle back, the ebony rogue allowed a short song to echo across the air – requesting any that might be nearby.