Deepwood Weald black wings

Nishu's death, the possibilities of the other bear, and the very complex knot of feeling coiling in her chest has her  anxious so she can't help her lengthy strides that push her beyond her boundaries. It's a relatively warm, but foggy morning, and she knows the pack will function just fine without her. Not that she had been overly prevalent in the most immediate days, anyway. The dark alpha knows she has been distracted and won't bother them with half-assed efforts. Instead, she had focused on bringing herself back around and handling all the appropriate measures of her mourning for a longtime comrade.

But she's warming up again and feeling cooped up. She lopes across the field heading roughly northeast, taking care to kick up her heels and dig deep for a good run to clear her lungs while she had the space. Eventually, the edges of the quarry approached and she slowed up, then guided a trail towards the spindly forest of the Weald's edge.

With word of so many new packs in the area, she decides to be most mindful of other wolf company -- be them of the pack or loner sort. Even pressing too far into the woods would begin to steer her near Donnelaith territory, which wasn't her intention either. So, she stayed along the fringes arcing around the quarry, only scouting along for whatever she may cross paths with in the meantime.

She knew that eventually, the coastline's pull would be on the wind, but she didn't want to travel that far yet. Her intentions were to return to the Spear before it got very late, after all.