Northstar Vale A surrender, white flags draped

She was returning too soon. Back to another pack that was not truly hers, to many wolves she had barely spoken to. At least they matched her scent, now, if only barely. 

She shook away her pessimistic thoughts, and tried to make herself think of the Vale as home. The Empress's children would have grown, by now. Were they even now being taught about leadership by their parents? Probably. A good life, Celara imagined. The grey wolf wondered, for a while, whether the drama about the new Emperer was over yet. Reiko was loved by her subjects, and seemed strong, from what Celara had seen of her. She would have solved it, by now. The she-wolf reminded herself to ask someone about it.

Soon the scent of the borders hit her nose. She walked under the shade of the jagged peaks surrounding the Northstar Vale. Celara hurried, for she was hungry by now, and wanted rest. The greenery rose ahead of her as she ran, though it couldn't really be called "green" anymore. Autumn really was a beautiful season.