It's not a phase, DAD

@Keith >:D

She should be going back to Blackfeather Woods. She really should be. But why miss out on what a wonderful opportunity? She could run free for a few more days. She had found food sources that could sustain the pack for a few weeks. All she needed to do was go back, check on them, and go home. She could live as a loner for a while longer.

The white teen wandered north, curious if the tornado had touched the stoic mountain range that divided the north from the south packs. If it did, would it have done much damage? This was her excuse for heading north with Mongfionn, one of the raven Matriarch's daughters. The young raven had led the way up the mountains into one of the several valleys in the Sunspire's center. It was different than that other valley she had entered before, bordering a tall dome to the north.

The valley remained largely untouched by the storm, tornado or otherwise. Trees had fallen, sure, but it still remained as peaceful as ever. Fionn, as Potema liked to call her, led her further north for some reason. To what end, Potema did not care. She trusted the dark bird.

The trust was warranted. Fionn brought the teen to an idealistic spring nestled in the mountains. The birds sang tentatively here, the willows still intact except for a few missing branches here and there. Potema sighed, flopping unceremoniously on the side of the spring, dipping her head in to drink. Fionn landed in a tree nearby, quorking contently. They could hang out here for a while.