Wapun Meadow You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.

Durnehviir left Swiftcurrent Creek behind, heading South and away from the unbearable sound of rushing water that thrummed in her ears. It was much louder than she remembered, this constant that the young Frostfur once relied on to lull her into slumber as an infant. Now it roused her anxiety, reminded her of how different things might have been off only she'd allowed Viinturuth to bring her home. Perhaps Julius and Relonikiv would've made the Creek their rendezvous site, allowing Paarthurnax the opportunity to convince Trajan to come home and fill the void in their family. Where had her sterling brother even gone, anyway? They'd been on their way to visit him as well as their father, she recalled vaguely, but could not remember the territory or the direction. Durnehviir had never formally met the wolf who'd sired her and had been too young to understand that there was another parent figure other than her mother.

She'd questioned Viinturuth of who this mystery male as she grew and naturally gained greater curiosity on the matter, but he did not have the answers. Until he happened across Durnehviir, alone in the wilderness, the raven wanderer had had no idea that his little sister had even left Susa let alone procreated. After a time she realised that it didn't matter, because her father had never been an active part of her life anyway - having one was not a requirement.

What she wondered now, however, was if her sire's pack remained. Was Traianus still alive? Had be left and sought his own path? As Durnehviir crossed into a meadow of wildflowers, she lifted her golden gaze to look around. The sea of colour vibrant and exotic aroma overwhelmed her senses and with an exaggerated sneeze, pressed onward. 

It occurred to Durnehviir that she didn't know where to begin. She'd known from the moment she made her decision to try and track down her family, that the results may be fruitless, but she'd foolishly believed that Swiftcurrent Creek would give her some tiny glimmer of hope. Instead, it presented her with nothing.

Stopping to gather herself, Durnehviir breathed a shaky sigh and lowered her head to drink from a stream and plot her next move.