Noctisardor Bypass kneel

set near the bypass but not like.... on it. also for @Kove, whom nemmy wemmy misses so dearly.

Her attempts at locating her sons in the flatlands had proved unsuccessful, and so, she began the journey east. 

East, a curious direction. Curious, because she had followed the lingering scent of Blackfeather Woods through an ever familiar Mephala's Web, only to discover that it was much easier to find an old frenemy when one had once been one of them. They certainly had not learned much, and she found herself confident that she would have done a much better job at hiding their scent than even they could. Their trail -- fading but ever so present -- carried her dead east, towards the score of mountain peaks in the distance. Of course, if they were fleeing, cover would be the first thing they looked for. 

Prancing forth with a slight spark in her step, she wonders who she may find among the towering rocks. Her sons, or her enemies? Following their fleeing warpath was a choice of undeniable curiosity, bolded with an underline of faith that in finding what as left of Blackfeather Woods, she would find some indication as to where her sons lied. Kove did not cross her mind until his scent hit her like a brick, stopping her dead in her tracks. There was a perpetual gray area where the remains of their fractured relationship existed; in a void of denial and ignorance. He had not been the man she had married in the beginning, but a man warped by arrogance and complete tunnel vision. In the end, he had shown himself to be unsupportive and spiteful, despite having once been a great part in her life. But she had quickly shed his influence when his true colours had been shown, and emerged a woman much stronger than before. Perhaps she owed him something, for it was his distance that led her to Bane; to much greater aspirations than mediocrity and motherhood.

Yet, the chance to see him again, to see him old and perhaps even vulnerable... something she could not simply give up. With a wicked smirk does she throw her head back and echo a summoning call, reaching out to him and pulling him in with an added tone of remorse, of fragility (neither of which she had ever possessed) that would be sure to lure him in.

Placing herself upon her hind, she waits for the familiar flicker of white to flash before her eyes and internally, she silences the hunger for his blood she has been yearning for, for years.