Greatwater Lake It's always darkest before the dawn

So they had fallen. Her reign had been short, merely a day or two, before they had come to the conclusion that they alone could not hold Rosings. Not the small, ragtag group that they were. For a few days, she had mourned what once was. Her home, her refuge, the setting of so many things that had occurred here- love, claiming her trade, a brute king, and so much more. The memories she would hold with her for many more years, for the rest of her life she would remember her start. But it was nothing more than the past, and she refused to dwell on the past. And so she put it behind her when the trio walked away from what had been, the what would be. Who knew? Perhaps a pack where, after some time, she and Leto could settle down, and make Liri an aunt. But that was far in the future, and she would not think of such things now. 

And so she walked in silence beside the two, brushing up against Leto on occasion as she thought. Finally, she spoke. "We should head south. To the Hinterlands, maybe. I've been there before, it's new, it's different, and can support the three of us well. Only scented one pack in the southern reaches, with much land around to support many more." She said, finally putting breath to her thoughts.