Kildeer Rest Just to find memories plagued by constant misery

After visiting Easthollow, and the current pack that resided there, she was a little lost. She wasn't sure if she wanted to join that pack or live in a place that was once lead by her mother. The pack was friendly though. A pack that might suit her but she would need to think on it to join them. Seeing the stones might be painful. She never got to say goodbye to her mother, or Greyback.

Arlette was also curious about some other wolves, and how they were fairing. Or if she perhaps would run into familiar faces along her travels. She had made a loop past the moor, past the fields that got more barren with each day she traveled. When she reached killdeer rest, a name not known to her, Arlette realized that she might have traveled too far north. She probably missed a landmark that would have guided her west.

Had this been winter, the female would have vanished within the surroundings. With it currently being spring her white fur stood out amongst the plain. Arlette didn't mind it. She tried to navigate west, as that was what she had been aiming for. She didn't know anyone that lived this far north. She continued her travels, noting the plants and investigating the ones she didn't know yet. Her mind mostly occupied on that instead of anyone that might be around.