Qeya River Happy as a lark

Amalia was thrilled to be back amongst the pack lands. She had made trips to an from of course, but it was nice now to firmly be planted. There was a sad air to the place, as they had left Cerne. Unsure if he would return to them or not.

Amalia hadn't asked and no one had said, but she had heard the brief turmoil in different voices, but she had stayed far away from the sadness and strife. She did not want that for her new life.

Families arguing and infighting, it was what had led to her father's packs demise and her own self-pilgrimage to find herself. She hoped it would all work out, but until there was word one way or another, she would stick her nose where it didn't belong.

With those thoughts on her wary mind, she traversed the borders, marking them. Making them stronger. She did not wish for someone to travel across their borders and meet teeth and claws.