Ravensblood Forest the woods are lovely, dark and deep

Although she was now armed with knowledge that would help her find her way home, Junior hadn't yet acted upon it, nor told anybody about it. She truly wanted to run right back to the plateau without a second thought or backward glance, yet every time the impulse washed through her, she looked at Ragnar or Thistle or one of their three children and she bit her lip, unable to just turn her back on them.

This internal battle made her more emotional and withdrawn then ever. It was really only a matter of time before she lost it. That moment came the morning following a severe thunderstorm. As she watched her foster brothers and sister huddle up near the back of the den, she recollected her own thunder buddies and suddenly the pining grew to unbearable levels.

"I'm gonna go for a walk," she announced once the storm blew itself out. She made a point to nudge the Alpha male and his wife, then each of the three pups, before saying, "Bye," and striding from the den. She loped a ways, paused, looked back over her shoulder a moment, then broke into a gallop that carried her in the direction of the by now familiar Ravensblood Forest.

Once she oriented herself in the deep woodland and found the creek that would surely evolve into the river, she began to run alongside it, due southeast. Not until she was absolutely sure she was out of earshot of Stavanger Bay did she finally give in to the urge to shout at the top of her lungs, "Daddy! Mama! Aunt Willow! Uncle Atti! Ty! Pura! Saēna! Anybody!"