Barrow Fields battle torn and holy

Going by the plateau had been a painful experience. She hadn't visited, but had stopped by the foothills of Adeline Laughs to sniff around. There were fading traces of her family's scent, and new bones beside what was left of Chaska. Blackbear had blinked away tears before fleeing the scene, her healing hurts suddenly raw once more.

But that had been a day ago, and she was still soldiering on. Back in lands she knew, but hopefully well away from any familiar faces. If she really wanted, she could go to Undersea to be sheltered by her aunt... but that was a last resort. She wasn't ready to face even Coelacanth just yet.

The appearance of another wolf drew her attention. Blackbear changed her direction just slightly, now heading toward the other. "Hey," she barked, tail wagging in a tentatively friendly manner.