Stone Circle Music Flows on the Wind to Arrive

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Plains upon plains, reminded her of home. She wasn't sure where she was, and hadn't been for sometime, but none the less she pushed herself forward.
Thousands of miles, upon thousands of miles seperated her from her longing. The longing of a life with her people and her family.
An ocean of water and land prevented even the strongest woman to accept her fate.

Three months had passed since she realized her plight. The ache in her bosom had yet to subside and and she knew it would probably never leave. The graceful ghostly woman perservered. She was a strong mongolian women, her parents taught her how to be stong when being tested by the gods. This was her fate, her journey had just begun and she must make the most of it. 

No matter how hard she tried the loneliness would never stop. She could try and push her family away, the idea of her grandfather teaching the yearlings, and her mother leading a hunt, or her father collecting herbs. But the deep pit of being alone was impossible to ignore.

"Damn it!"

Kegana wasn't sure what to do, she had been skirting a pack territory for a few hours now. Giving them distance. Her resolve to stand alone crumbled as she tried to avoid them. With a heavy sigh her decision was made.

Perhaps she could put her skills to use.
Perhaps she could be useful once more.

Wallowing in her own self pity was not a sustainable practice. With a deep breath she sent out a howl to the members of the pack within the beautiful land, searching for anyone who might answer her call. Searching for someone who could hear the music in her call.