Sunset Valley You must push the world harder than it pushes back.

She had parted ways with Constantine over a week ago, and yet he still remained at the forefront of her mind. Durnehviir had crossed paths with several lone males throughout her life, charmers and assholes alike, but her fear of being close to others steeled her against forming any real relationships. The crimson beauty couldn't help but wonder what made this one an exception and how, in a moment, he'd managed to break down walls she'd spent years building.

A drizzle began just as Durnehviir crossed into the Sunset Valley, but the change in weather did not bother her. She pressed on in a casual stride, her tall ears high atop her lovely crown as pale gold eyes took in the new sights around her. A grim sky above promised more rainfall and ugly grey clouds prevented the sun from brightening the land.

Truthfully, she didn't know what brought her to this place. Durnehviir headed in no particular direction with the hope that she might find something to go on with, a clue with which she could truly begin her search for the missing Frostfurs. Swiftcurrent Creek had given her nothing, so the tawny she-wolf could only hope that luck might be on her side in the nearby territories.