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her second time to be present for the snow to start falling in the teekon wilds. it had come as a rather surprising observation, never had she expected to remain here for any length of time and yet over a year later...here she was. in the few days since andraste had allowed her to join her forming mountain group, tundra's health had returned in quite the speedy manner. all it had really required was a substantial meal, something that might've been easily accomplished before yet even aside from the quickly approaching winter, the earth's recent...misbehaviours..had made that extremely difficult. yet the ghost is....restless to say at the least. months had passed since her separation from blackfeather and although thoughts of her home /because it would always truly be home to her/ had grown fainter in their urgency, she missed the woods dreadfully. especially because that wasn't the only thing to concern her now, she'd promised rosencrantz she'd find rusalka and although she didn't exactly expect the man to be awaiting her arrival or anything, something about pledging herself to this..c..courtfall had opened a whole pit of doubt and unease.

in reality it would've been that or succumb to the elements and although the latter hadn't seemed too bad at the time, she didn't actively seek death so it had been instinct to let the pale, scarred woman prevent her untimely demise. also it wasn't like she could just take their food and leave, she had more honour than that. so this is where it landed her, destined to always be discontent due to nothing but her own stupid actions. 

she hadn't really interacted with any of her new pack, she probably should but sure...there was time for that. right now all she wanted was to feel at some sort of ease and so her paws had led her from courtfall's claim the moment dawn made its appearance to actively seek the woods she'd passed by a week or so prior. it is as if the phanthom like being becomes alive, truly the moment the canopy casts shadows dancing upon her liquid form. soft inhales of heavily scented forest, of course forever paling in comparison to the dark, sheltered blackfeather but this was something and so she relished in its ability to draw something from aching insides.

yet she is not alone and it is with a steady blink that the small ivory fae watches the distant wolf reproachfully. yet, curious too- ears leaning forward as dark eyes make no effort to conceal their resting upon the larger woman.