King Elk Forest chomping right down

She'd stayed, against better judgment, if only to find out more about her brother. Why he'd chosen these lands, she didn't know, but she hadn't exactly followed every move he made. There was some action near the coast but she never felt comfortable or safe enough to get any close and instead, Ksenia wastes away further inland than she cares to be. The sea calls to her often, as does Warsaw, and given her other sibling she'd seen, she isn't sure what's going on back home. There's a part of her that wants to give up entirely and return home and take her throne as it should be. 

With a sigh, and a sharp inhale of breath, she smells blood. It's faint and there's another scent mixed with it that sets her stomach upset down. Ksenia growls, lowly, as she migrates through the forest until she sees an older wolf. One brow arches high as she approaches, head low and teeth bared. Whatever kill hangs between the old woman's teeth, Ksenia wants.