Neverwinter Forest well, i am the rose you relinquished again

Hope it's ok to snag!

It came to no surprise that Fleur had become restless in the Quarry, now another venture taken to the surrounding areas to ease the need to just move. The winds did not sing to her today; to her dismay, it meant there was no reason to dance. Only to just press on.

She soon found herself back to where Forneskja began, where the pack had left their ghosts behind.

No sooner had she reached the forest's border did a scent of the minutest familiarity, of pack, hit her nares. Ears perked, she listened, eyes scanning for any movement. A flash of a sun-kissed back in her peripheral, the scent slightly stronger as she turned to look.

This one she didn't know--granted, she didn't know any but Solharr. A small woof of greeting left her lips.