Broken Boulder from the edge

She would have stayed away—she should have stayed away. Diaspora was of the past, and Ketzia had vowed to move on to the future. Yet returning to the Wilds had all but thrown that out the window as it was—and so she knew she was due to see her friend.

@River came and went as she pleased—it was possible the girl had even went back to the Grove to report their whereabouts to her brothers who maintained their pack. They were older now—no longer could the exotic woman coddle them, and so she allowed them reign as leaders. It was a position that was surprisingly well suited to Trench in particular, given his rough start in life.

Thriving, thanks to the dark man she now sought.

Her own thoughts were swept aside as a voice called out—her sharp green eyes glancing up to catch view of white. Uttering a low rumble in her throat to announce her presence, Ketzia glided forward—age not having yet taken the grace of her very nature.