Arrow Lake zero gravity

At the peaceful lakeside on a balmy afternoon, with nowhere else to be, the scout faced her newest crossroad.

Tindómë had dissolved, with Delight and Queenie heading north with the stranger from the sanctuary, it seemed—if scents steered her true. Jomyo knew next to nothing about the finer details involved there, yet the pair, along with their upcoming litter, were the closest things to a tie she maintained in these stretches of the wilds; there had been no word from her siblings or the homelands in many moons either, so that fallback seemed distant and very much not one she was planning to resort to yet. Her options were simultaneously plentiful, but none all too motivating yet.

With spring heating up into summertime right about now too, she had plenty of ground to cover and good weather to do it with. Surrounded by the mountain range with valleys to explore on either side, the urge to keep roving solo as she always had remained stronger by the day though. Thanks to this, she did not yet track down her former pack mates—although she planned to, at some time. A piece of her missed them already, not that it was of any real consequence to her at this point. She supposed she only needed to get used to it.

For the here and now, she greedily slaked her thirst with her paws dipping past the shoreline. Keenly, she raised her head to listen to the scene as she contemplated her next move, and enjoyed the cool water around her feet.