Northstar Vale Wandering Child

@Andraste

It felt like she'd been running for moons; her ice-cracked paws screamed for relief upon the stone and snow, her lungs heaved and huffed and hammered against her ribs with such force that she feared they might escape.

But here she was.

Prophecy didn't know why she was in such a place, nor how she got here, all she knew is that the tangle of desperation that'd ensnared her chest since she'd fled Star's Summit had thankfully released her from its tendrils as she approached, quickly replaced by a cool wave of relief. She was meant to be here, something inside her said, and for a wolf raised on words that served nothing but confusion and conflict, her own instinct was the one thing the female thought to trust.

As her hyperventilated breaths began to smooth back into a soft, rhythmic pattern, Prophecy's ears pricked forward as she brought her muzzle upwards, three of her five senses awakening to perfect alertness as she scanned her surroundings.
Wolves.
Many, many wolves.
She could smell them; old scents, new ones, on the stone beneath her paws and on the bushes that bordered the vale before her. So, she was trespassing into another pack's territory, she thought, but why? Why had she felt the need to come here, to this foreign land, to a foreign pack with foreign wolves? Prophecy was lonely by nature, so she didn't suppose she sought them out for companionship.
...Or did she?
Perhaps that was the answer; she was meant to be here. The chocolate she-wolf was still confused, unsure of her rattled beliefs on things such as destiny, but the part of her that was so intrinsically her mother whispered in the curves of her ear - "here you are."

The next thing she knew, her muzzle was facing the sky with a soft, melodic howl.