Luneshale Pass You say you're the king

Dyone understands the strange turns which life can often take all too well, but that does not mean she has to submit to them.

The death of a husband, the forced dispersal of her children, and now she was here. Maybe it was for the better, she mused. She had always thought her previous mate to be rather dense.

Tail swaying at her hocks, paws and hips moving to a beat that only the titaness can hear, she walks forwards without a goal. There is nothing for her here, nothing and nobody to search for.

When she reaches a more suitable area, she decides that she will hunt. Something big, weakened by the winter. She wants to feel strong today.