Sunset Valley a princess cut from marble

Travelling far from the maplewood in its current state was hardly ideal, but its lead female was almost beyond caring about what was ideal. Having recently lost Citali, someone she'd considered a good friend and a mentor, and Vega, a driven woman whom Saena was looking forward to working with, the alpha felt too bereft to care much about whether her pack fell apart in her absence. It seemed to be doing a great job of that right before her eyes.

As she plodded north through the valley of wild turnips, all wilted and shriveled now, she couldn't help bitterly wondering if it was her. It made no sense, since she hadn't changed a bit in the days since Nochtli's abrupt departure, but still she wondered. And wandered, well into the night, when she should've been returning to the maplewood.

Maybe she would've gone on forever, walked right out of her life and into the horizon, had the sight of a variegated pelt and the sound of burbling water not broken her reverie. She slowed a fair distance from Persia, intent on watching for now, but it was impossible that she would go unnoticed for more than a moment. Her white fur was like a beacon under the light of the moon.