The Heartwood Similar vows

The ghost of a story tugged at something in her chest. "A good story yes, but not one with a happy ending." She thought about wandering, about the many flitting changing faces and yet none that lingered long in either memory. Hardly existing at all. Some wolves, she thought could stand it, could set their course to the ever changing tide and buoy ont he waves never hoping to come to shore. If one knew the waves well enough, if one came to feel that the earth responded in kind to each footstep there was peace there. But there was joy and sorrow too in the crashing upon the earth. "It'd be sad, half of existing is being known after all." Even if fleetingly. When she wandered event hen she knew there were those who remembered her and those whom she could seek out.

At the question a gentle smile on her lips. "Yes I settled with a pack to the north of here along the coast, Moontide." But when she heard Dwin was looking at the Heartwood she thought back to Dreven and Atka. It seemed like lifetimes ago and yet it was not so long past. "But this is a good place, I thought about staying here once with a pair of wolves who made it their home. There's fair hunting and large game." She offered, if only because she remembered all the pathways she trod and she remembered these as well.