Moonstone Quarry Snow melts, and snow soothes

wonderful, thank you!

There had been a silent unsettling which had rooted in the heart of Forneskja with the weight of their leader gone from them. A purposeful absence, it had been revealed. Anoana felt she should have been angry at him, for leaving them all without warning of his soul-searching travels. But she wasn't. Perhaps she was the only one that wasn't. Life had solemnly kept moving. The group of wolves seemingly more together out of survival and necessity then kinship and friendship. 

Maybe these were just Anoana's thoughts. She had been a shell of her once self. One which had been far more passionate, thoughtful. She certainly had laughed more. Replaced now with a hardened one. One realistic and perhaps even a bit callous when it came to the way of things. Sólhárr leaving had been just another to do so. Now he had returned to which he was thankful. It was no more complicated then this. 

Of who she once was and the difference she were now couldn't be known by the new group of wolves in her life. She was simply a quiet woman, dutiful, serious in her work. It was this which all she had now as a reminder of who she was. 

When Fleur found her, Anoana was already back to the at the river side as she had been previously, taking the mushrooms which she had plugged in the dark, moist underbrush and settling them into a warn old brown skin for transporting. 

Blessed be, Fleur. She greets as she takes note of the woman's approach, lifting her head from her bundle.