Northstar Vale maybe, maybe we all are selfish

No one left to wait for meant only one thing: their journey could begin. A quiver pierced her core, and Andalusia returned Mordecai's affection with a gentle nudge before falling into step with Luke. The white man's excitement and jittering gaze only served to broaden the grin that spread across her face, and a bounce surfaced in her step.

When she had left her family, she had never anticipated this, and despite the broken landscape of fallen trees and tousled life, the Wilds stretched before them in limitless bounds. Andalusia knew well what lay ahead and what work remained to be done. The preparations for winter, the gathering of recruits and the securing of land. A future still hidden from them, no doubt filled with trials and hardship, but equally so with blessing. Troubles would come, they always did. But right now the promise of home brought a vibrance to the world and these wolves who would become her kin, and with each step the sandy Ostrega basked in the anticipation of the road they would travel together.