Honeyed Pasture I Can Go the Distance

Saraneth looked up from her ministrations to give her attention to the pale wolf infront of her. She took her time processing and contemplating the offer before nodding her agreement. it was at this point where the large female took in her surroundings. The land was foreign, even smelled different to her homeland. She swiveled her ears in an attempt to catch a familair sound or sturring but alas, even nature itself was unique to these parts. 

One thing was for certian, she was absolutely able to scent the distinct lack of Empire wolves. At this realization Saraneth allowed herself to relax. Her head pressing against the cool earth as she let her sore limbs rest and recover. though through her doze she rembered the harsh cost of this freedom. Guilt welled up inside, twisting her starving gutt as the memories of her lost children and mate, her family who vanished into the winds. 

did she truly deserve this luxury?