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Finally, something that looked familiar. Snow-covered, but familiar. She had been to the vale before, though it had been quite a length since she thought she would have returned to it. Scant memories flooded back as she trekked through an open expanse of ground, but she was quick to push them away. Some of the arrogance that had filled her before was eerily missing, but that had a lot to do with the fact that she had no pack backing her up. No Tonravik, no Tartok installation to speak of. While very much still a wolf belonging to the expansive clan, she was rogue as ever. Her pathway across the snowy field was jagged in part of her having no real direction to go. She wasn't there scouting out some mountain to park herself upon, but today she wasn't even out hunting.

Echelon honestly hated the listless sort of travelling she was doing. She had given up primarily on finding Tonravik, having no real idea where her superior had disappeared to weeks ago. Once again, she couldn't help but wonder if that hadn't been apart of some long con, some epic plan that involved leaving her behind somewhere. Maybe there was a message beneath it all that she had missed. Optimism wasn't her strong suit, so any notion that sounded hopeful became damn near outlandish on principal alone. She huffed, making a lazy turn from the cover of forest to keep herself in the warmth of a distant sun. Echelon knew she'd have to figure out things sooner than later. She'd have to make a decision, whether to make the attempt to pursue Tonravik, or remain in the wilderness for some indeterminate amount of time.

astrud gilberto — who needs forever?