Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

Upon Huā's return to this cursed land, a chorus of voices had risen to the skies to greet her. She had entered at the northern part of the coast and yet found that the song was great enough to stretch even to her. There was no discernable message within them, to her dark ears. Only wolves seeking to join themselves together in some wordless way even if just for a moment. Among them, many unfamiliar voices. And one familiar one- that she could've sworn sounded like her runaway daughter. 

Huā lifted her voice into the air with them for a time. Just a song to the others, but a warning to her little girl, if Nüwu could hear her, that her mother was on her trail. The matriarch was a good wolf, with kindness in her heart, but at the end of the day she did not stray far from the culture she was raised in, and still sought to control the paths of her children. She hated that her daughter had returned in spite of all the danger they had fled from here, with the constant disappearances and tradgedies that used to befall them here. She could not see it happen to her own. And so as she sung, she vowed to find her.