Greatwater Lake a sedge of cranes

Chasing a ghost. That's what Baela had been doing for a little over a year. After the fall of Evenspire she had little need to stay in her home territory. When Stark left on a vengeance driven mission to avenge his family she had waited for him. Sure he would return back to her victorious with the hides of those that had threatened his family. But he never did. After four months with no word from her betrothed, Baela deemed it time to move on. He wasn't coming back. That was far easier said than done. 

The journey had been long, but it changed her in ways she had always craved. Muscle and skill grew with every step she took away from the ruins of Evenspire. No longer could she rely on those around her to fend for her. She was alone. 

Baela had been tracking a hauntingly familiar scent for several days now. She knew that it wasn't him, but a small ember of hope still settled in her chest. Cresting a low hill Baela finally found the culprit bearing that familiar scent. A little yearling with just as much leg as she had gumption from the looks of it. She found herself watching the wolf, a small laugh leaving her hollow chest. 

Moving closer, Baela nearly cheered when the little one caught the water bird with her teeth. Baela saw herself in the female. Even if disappointment still lingered in her mind, she figured the pup could perhaps point her towards a friendly pack or two. She wasn't cut out for the dispersal life as the new scars sprinkled across her body highlighted. 

"That's a rather fine catch you got," Baela called out, announcing her arrival in an attempt to not frighten the little one.