Sleepy Fox Hollow And to know me as hardly golden is to know me all wrong

@Mahler
back dated to 2/1/20 (i can change if needed) and set just before DA relocated

She had disappeared for three days? Four days? Maybe five? She wasn't really sure. Her fight with Stag and the fact that she had made her decision to leave had left her drowning in the overwhelming amount of guilt she felt. But she knew she had to return and tell Mahler she was leaving. It would be easier to just leave without a word, but she just couldn't do that; she was not that type of wolf and even after everything, she still felt he deserved to hear from her that she was leaving and not to wonder where she was for months and then draw his own conclusion. Aside from that, she planned to return and visit Stag as often as she was able, and she didn't want there to be any bad blood, well anymore than there might be once Mahler learned of her plans. Her decision spoke volumes to just how miserable she was here, that she would face this immense guilt and fear rather than remaining here. 

When she reached the borders of the hollow, the scents that wafted towards her were painfully familiar. This had been her home and these wolves had been her pack for so long. Guilt swelled in her chest and squeezed her heart. She had to close her eyes and draw in a deep breath. When she had collected herself, she lifted her muzzle and howled for the General, her heart racing as the sound echoed across the valley. At this point, she wasn't even sure what his reaction would be. Maybe he would tell her good riddance and escort her from the borders, she thought bitterly. But she knew that was just her resentment talking...well she hoped so anyway. Her call died and then there was silence aside from the thundering of her heart against her ribs; hopefully she was the only one that would be able to hear it. Thankfully, a lifetime of hiding her emotions had prepared her for things like this. On the inside she was a tight knot of anxiety, fear, and uncertainty but on the outside, she portrayed the usual icy aloofness she reserved for meeting strangers and keeping others from seeing how she really felt about things.