Phantom Hollow how the wild magic, becomes

When Mato voiced his intentions to journey, it seemed proper and natural for Seabreeze to follow her closest companion.  While her packmates were kind (and more than that, they were family) she had continued to suppress herself, going through the motions of survival.  Fill the cache for the pack, eat, sleep, repeat.

So when an opportunity came forth that she could break herself of this cycle without guilt or anxiety she piped up quickly.  If nothing else the druid could use companionship, but the yearling felt the need to be there and protect, making sure nothing happened to her friend.  She had some ulterior motives of her own; the girl had been dealing with feelings, grieving for those who were possibly still alive, and she simply could not bear if anything happened to him.

They trekked forth through Phantom Hollow and she too wished to be rid of it as soon as possible.  While the drop in temperature was more suitable for Bre, the area was reminiscent of a barren wastoid and it did not console her that they were two and wild wolves and fauna were many.  She sauntered, lost in thought until Mato stirred abruptly, making his intentions clear.

She was quiet.  Of course it was the nature of a young wolf (especially that of a young man) to want to strike out on their own, but the feeling of loss loomed over Mato's departure.  Much of the exeperience she had built for herself in the Vale had been with Mato.

No other conclusion came to her. I will go with you.  It was all she could say until she faltered, thinking that if he was leaving the Vale he might want to leave it altogether. If you would have me.