Ravensblood Forest Silver apples of the moon

And so she too had left.
She had set out from the borders early morning, leaving behind only three. She did feel some remorse for the territory she had left behind, but having not known any of her packmates beyond casual knowledge of their existence, she could move on, adapt.

and this she did. She had moved at a ground-eating lope for most of the day, and now,  with evening upon the land, she had found another place. She had paused at the borders,  peering into the sparse trees and the shadows that lengthened. Perhaps this could be her place, her home. Perhaps,  this could work out better then the keep. After a few moments of silent stillness,  she tilted back her muzzle, the notes that drifted from her maw a summoning. The sky was a bloodless white,  leeched of colour, and snow fell softly from above. The final notes if her call faded into silence as the woman stood and begun to wait.