Bitterroot Valley deception, disgrace, outrageously beautiful

The uncaring and carefree Princess had been absent for quite some time, and was unaware of quite a few life-changing events that happened in the wild. The faminie, the eruption, and the disbandment of various of packs, including a neighbor, Lost Creek Hollow. Her journey was making her way through the valleys, wondering and wandering, sight-seeing Teekon as she had not done so earlier in life, but hey, now's the chance, she so thought.

Though while her mind is like a cloud, she wasn't dull enough to miss how empty it seemed to be, and had not seen any larger prey for quite some time. She had seen small, but more scarce then she had before, almost like a recovering wound the forest had gotten. A ditz of a step, and a bob of the head, her humming rang out while sight-seeing her lost lands, graciously making her way across.

Aerasha wondered what had happened while she had been gone.. For those in Easthollow, and those she met outside of the Pack. She had not seen too many wolves on her way out, including her way in- it's been a while since she interacted with another. It gave a little jolt in her steps on the excitment to see another- anybody really. Knowing how active the area is, surely more and more wolves will cross the fae's path.