Raven's Watch So you're a man who has everything... and nothing.

She's just given birth so I'm gonna assume this is a couple days after that, and she's only out for a quick nip.

The birth of her son had changed everything. Or that's what she told herself. The weight of her decisions had reached some sort of conclusion with him and now, with everything settling down, Octavia had to figure out what to do next. She slept for many hours following the birth of the boy - having supped on the remains of the other child, which was something she only vaguely thought about - and the days passed by. She ate when necessary, waking and nibbling, letting the child suckle, and then drifting.

On the third day she rose, exhausted despite her sleep, and left the tiny cave where she had been living. She wedged herself through the corridor to the Crook and then, after making sure she was not watched or followed, departed from it as well. When she saw the landscape of the Keep, the absence of life all around her, Octavia expected to feel... Something. She kept walking with this in mind, but she was empty.

It felt good to stretch her legs. To get the blood flowing, and to feel the wind upon her body. She was a mess, though. The cave had been dark, and after having adjusted to the stench of everything inside of it, the fresh air was quite the contrast. As she stumbled along a western ridge, the woman thought she spotted water flowing just beyond; she loomed there for a moment, and as she turned to depart, to head back towards the pack's limits again, she saw him. A dark figure among the ruins.