Northstar Vale you got hell to pay

she moves with an almost uncanny fluidness driven by nothing above purpose. despite anything that may be plaguing her, this was something tundra could and would always do. in fact it was oddly reassuring, the familiarity of simply patrolling. steps are slow as she wanders along the border and it's only when she instinctively moves to avoid a hidden dip in her trail that she realises the borders are becoming yet another familiar path to her. a soft sigh escapes black lips as she pushes on, unable to help but wonder how many more packs would she pledge loyalty to and spend days wandering their familiar borders only to end up alone and seeking once more. her long tail flicks, gaze as gloomy as the heavy skies above, she tried so hard not to wonder but it rised from the fog of her mind unwelcomed as ever; what was the point? 

unable to answer, she simply grits her jaw and continues on. 

time passes slowly as she allows herself to succumb to the mindless nature of the routine until- 

ears lean at the soft sound of delicate footfalls along with the mingling scent of another. brows furrow, the scent isn't completely foreign to her yet where...? steps pick up slightly until she rounds a slight bend and dark eyes fall upon the form of a large man. surprise flickers through her, stopping abruptly whilst gazing into those familiar shards of ice. she hadn't exactly conversed with him often yet considering he was the first wolf to ever accompany her across the borders of blackfeather, he would remain significant nevertheless. ears lean back as she blinks a few times; "wintersbane..?" is all she finally exhales, head tilting slightly to the side. he'd disappeared back after maegi had only recently taken leadership of the woods, where had he gone and..why? 

something else burns dully in the pits of her stomach, perhaps a dull jealousy that he had gotten to choose to leave the woods whilst she'd had to have it unwillingly taken away from her life. perhaps an unfair assumption considering it could've been thought of her too yet it rears its ugly head nevertheless. swallowing slightly, her tail flicks uneasily. for the first time in..quite the long time she thinks of the first blackfeather she'd entered, yet to realise what it would do to her. relmyna..the late listener hadn't crossed her mind in quite some time either. gosh screw this man, she wished she'd never followed him back to those woods in the first place.