Qeya River She has abandoned all rules of chaos.

Wayfarer, true to her name, spent only a few days within Duskfire territory before her paws began to itch again. She had returned only to be present for the funeral, to bid farewell to Tzila and her father, not because she felt I any way bound to her pack-mates. There were times that the wanderer considered pulling a Makatza and disappearing, but was quick to remind herself that her rogue half-sister was the last wolf she aspired to be like.

She just felt it would be easier to be free of the place that so haunted her.

Snow fell softly, delicate flakes clinging to her dorsal and tumbling from her shoulders as she moved. The day was young and the pallid sky promised more snow to come, but she didn't care. If anything, she hoped it might provide an excuse to stay away from the glacier just a little longer.