Dragoncrest Cliffs But I won't pray, I've made my grave and I'll sleep in it

forward dated a bit

She'd waited until their scent was a ghost of its former presence before coming here.  It was a trip she'd needed to take, however crazy it might be, before whatever children came.  

Slowly she walked through the forests, gazing at this place in the light for the first time.  Just a place, like any other.  And a familiar one too.... she'd stood on these cliffs before, she knew, back when the wolves here hadn't found this coast yet.

Her primary feeling when she heard the news that they were gone was anger.  They'd invalidated her insistence that they were a threat, and now she looked as crazy as she'd felt these past months, railing against an enemy who in the end had done exactly as Caiaphas predicted.  It was a bitter pill to swallow.  For all she and Firefly's worries, all her attempts to mitigate a war, all she'd done was proven that scared little girl who she used to be was not as far gone as she had thought.  Five years and she could still remember her clearly.

The pirate didn't stop until she had reached the place they held her.  Her fur lifted as she passed through the tunnel into the cove, but no sentries leapt out at her.  She was alone.

She sat down before the ocean and closed her eyes, willing her breathing to even.  The ocean scent ruled on the breeze, crisp and clean.  They really were gone.