Emberwood Not The Plan

@Warbone : Assuming this takes place right after Novas thread with Luke and Spring, but ill have to be vague with it since it hasnt been resolved.

Nova Rose was still numb and processing what had happened at the borders of Phoenix Maplewood, processing it silently in her own mind. Her ginger and cream fur was still ruffled and dirty, and she couldn't help but limp. Her creaky frame, though strong, was no longer used to such a beating, and Nova knew she'd be feeling the brutalization for days to come. Coming upon a stream, the aging she wolf plopped down: no need to be gentle now that she was already hurting. Blood stained her pelt as well as dirt, and she began to lick it clean whilst losing herself in her mind. Her face, chest, and neck was tattered and matted with blood and grime, obviously wounds not hours old. Her ghostly eyes closed, letting the rhythm of her tongue strokes carry her away and leaving herself totally vulnerable as she tried to clean her wounds.
What was she to do now? The Phoenix Maplewood was no longer an option, Nova had made sure of that. But Luke's initial rejection of her stung deep, and made the old female realize it really was time for her to settle down. She would never rid herself of the magic wanderlust that seemed to constantly fuel her paws, but it was too much for her anymore. Soon she would be too old to defend herself, too old to take care of herself alone. She wanted to be able to give to her pack effort and work before becoming an old elder, only useful for her wisdom and experience, perhaps her naturally humorous nature would help her to form close bonds before that time came. 
That, or she died in the next year or two. Maybe three if she got lucky, thanks to her good health and activity. Dying wasn't something Nova looked forward to, in fact it was one of the very, very few things she feared. Not death itself so much, but what came after, though she was afraid of a painful death. She was afraid of not existing, of not having another chance. She wanted someone with her when she went, at the very least. And as of now, not a soul in the world that mattered to her would know if she were to drop dead in the next moment. The fact uneased Nova, and she began to think of her adopted daughter again. Was she really just going to leave Grace again, unknowing of where she would settle?