Redhawk Caldera i will sing no requiem

She had thought at length about that. Much of Sorana's month away from home had been thinking about where she would go next. The world was unfathomably large and all of it unfolded out in front of her, beckoning her to wander wherever her paws might go. If her foundation was not so chipped and cracked, that was likely just what she would do.

Sorana needed some sort of support system, though. What she needed and wanted most of all was her mother, of course, but she could not ask that. In lieu of Teya... I thought m-maybe I could go m-meet daddy's family. The ones who live by the ocean, she said between sniffles and unstifled sobs. That was all she knew of them.

A part of her wanted nothing to do with the memory of her father or these wolves he had left home for. A part of her wanted to blame them for taking him away from her when she needed him. When they both had needed him. They were family, though, and Sora was now desperate to at least know their faces.

Do... Do you know how to get there, mama?