Moonspear i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

Anyone is welcome! Gonna ping @Charon in case you're interested!

Home was ahead and the world behind, and Ragna could not be happier. Her months away from home had been fraught with danger as much as adventure, and the thought of peace and stability were more enticing than the thrill of the world beyond. Home would mean family, a place to sleep each night, and food in her belly each night.

Finding her family and her pack proved difficult when, upon arriving to her birth home, she found it occupied. The scents were new and different, and the thought that any would dare to settle land that had once been her family's (once been hers) made her angry. She veered south, away from the coast, following a stale, sparse scent that was more likely to lead her astray than to bring her home. Her head and her heart hurt, like she was containing something so much greater than herself. There was a storm brewing within her and she was tired. Ragna wanted very much to go home, but she no longer knew where that was.

Time passed and her weary feet followed trails that, like tributaries, combined and grew stronger, until she came upon a border marked with what didn't smell quite like home, but was close enough. Perhaps, if they weren't there, this pack would at least know where her family had gone. So, with a hopeful heart, she called for a leader, sat, and waited.