The Sentinels You got to do, what you should

"We should," she replied and after the kids were awake and moving, led the way towards the borders, thinking that saying farewells on the doorstep would be easier than, when in the heart of the forest. For some people her decision would be no news - she had approached @Aria at some point and explained the reasons - her health and fears of the winter. For some - she could well imagine that they would feel hurt and betrayed.

Many people had joined and later left Donnelaith and the Blacktail deer plateau before that and it was strange to think now that with her and Dante gone there would be no more of the "originals" left. Continuation of the legacy created by all of the wolves, who had been there to build it and shape the pack the way it was now, would be up to the new generation. 

Osprey would be lying, if she claimed not to feel sorry for going. This place had been her home for a very long time - here she had reunited with her family, she had made friends and enemies, and eventually found the one true love and established a family. Part of her heart and soul would always stay here, living, breathing, feeling as one with the ancient trees, wandering around the ocean-shore and playing with the untamed wind there.

As she walked the familiar paths, it felt like the stories and creatures she had created while here, were coming to say good-bye too. There she spotted the green eyes of the grass dragon, and up that tree the troll that had been hers and Charon's friend for such a long time waved it's claw. She caught a glimpse of dwarves hiding under the ferns and moss and heard the tinkling laughter of the fairies. Even a ghost or two watched her with forever sorrowful eyes. 

Once their little group had reached the Southern border, Osprey stopped and looked Dante in the eyes briefly. Then she lifted her muzzle and howled for those, who wished to say good-bye.