Phoenix Maplewood and make Death proud to take us

My hand slipped. @Warbone.

The urge to gather her wolves has become greater but there is still delay in her mind. Perhaps because her shoulder has not fully healed but the scabs have gotten smaller or because it will be the first ritual performed at the helm in front of all of her wolves. The worry about Wildfire and the changes she will be making has yet to seize the opportunity. She is making differences for her own selfishness, to make Wildfire—a wolf not of her home—happy. She wants everything she would never have been able to give her but Drageda is not shaped the same and will not follow everything rule for rule. Her wolves will accept the changes, or they will not, but for fear of tearing their lives apart, she's kept quiet.

In a few days, she tells herself. Just a few days and it will be over.

In order to clear her mind, she breeches the borders and finds herself alongside the river for a while. Once she crosses it, her path is obvious as she eventually reaches the edges of the maplewood. She'd sent Arch to investigate and has not seen or heard from him since. If he had found something, she suspects he would have come to her before the final leg of his mission an sonly hopes he's staying on course.

Her own search began earlier and she only finds scent of travel and nothing repeating that leaves her concerned. The search does not last too long as she comes to a stop, dropping her head to drink from a puddle as the signs of a drizzle collects upon her dark fur.