Barrow Fields just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine

Tuulikki’s desire for purpose hadn’t much changed now that she’s fallen under the rule of Wanheda but there is the lingering feeling of urgency.  She’d been leisurely when it came to her mission, to finding the place her heart would be most comfortable. Now it’s a whirlwind and she had to find someone to take her place before the other thought her decision in sparing her is a bad idea.  Finding wolves with the same beliefs as she does since she left home hadn’t been that easy but finding the Wanheda spirit herself meant there were more out there, more believers, more wolves that knew what she had to say.

She had to wait to leave the island, much too small to swim the distance from shore to shore, and when the sandbar appeared, she wastes no time getting back to the mainland.  The ground feels the same beneath her feet but there is a security there, that the ground beneath her won’t wash or float away. And being away from Wanheda left a fresher breath in her lungs than before.  

Little wind is pulled north, territories she would have explored already if she hadn’t gone to the island.  It hadn’t been her destiny, though, so as she explores she takes it all in anyway.  

The scent of another crosses her and she lowers her head, coming down a small dip to keep herself hidden.  Tuulikki wrinkles her nose at the sudden scent of blood and death, fur standing on end as she’s drawn in.  She watches the wolf bound toward the tree line, moving up another slope of the field so she makes herself visible.  The scent of blood doesn’t come from the direction of the first wolf she sees, turning her gaze elsewhere but coming up empty handed in her vision.