Broken Boulder she is wildfire.

mahler hadn't been kidding when he's said that rivenwood was smaller than sagtannet the last time she'd been there. it feels strange to be drawn back into the fold considering mahler had exiled her the first time; a difference, a challenge. a mistake she wouldn't make again, especially as she largely stood to benefit from his tutelage and being apart of a pack. there was still the issue of natshana and needing to speak with her, to inform her of the changes and her mother's words of rejection ( though the more praimfaya thought about it, the more it irked her. was she not the commander? if she told thyri to jump her aunt better damn well do it ) but that was for another time.

she recognizes some of the scents that line the borders while others remain largely unknown to her.

yet, it is not the borders she patrols currently. she is on a self-given mission of searching for a den, or at the very least a place that offered some shelter from the worst of the elements. winter has yet to hit them full force, she fears. there was plenty of time to patrol the borders once she established a place to rest, she tells herself, as she pokes her head into an abandoned fox den that with some effort, might be made big enough to accommodate her.