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Since talking with Thuringwethil about her innermost ambitions, Freyja had begun focusing some of her time and energy on learning of the pack’s history and what it really meant to be a leader. Through this transition, and the wealth of knowledge that she had been provided, Freyja had spent a good amount of time with the dark-furred leader in her quest for more knowledge.  

Her day had been spent along the northernmost corridor of the packlands, taking in all that had to be taken in. She had never really explored this far north and she thought that it was a good opportunity to do so.

But, now that the day was nearing an end, Freyja also made her way back to the family den. It was as she did this that the familiar figure of Wildfire on the horizon. She felt a smile grow instantly on her lips at the sight of her mentor and quickly she changed paths so that she could intersect.

“Wildfire!” she called out, changing her walk to a gentle gallop as she attempted to clear the distance between them.