Bitterroot Valley Good, feeling good,

"She may have her days," inkling to the fandom over Cenric and Calhoun, "but she is a Déorwine." There was a handful of wolves that were not related within their old forest, and while Célnes counted themselves as the main bloodline, only a few away from the rulers path, she still trusted those who held the name. After all, the High Elk granted them so. She held skeptisim about it at times when she was younger, but none have betrayed her so. They truly, only accept the right one's within the family.

"The west are mountain." She didn't feel the need to expand more as her siblings knew of her trips that are often in and out. During one she came quite close to the mountain and could've travelled if she chose so, but instead had met another wolf, and travelled back home in the end. However she learned at least, it was mountains in that direction.

"We can stay at Whitebark and prepare for the trip. It looks like it spreads for miles." While their home had it's own mountains, they still had been injured. Nearly healed doesn't mean healed. She always preferred to be safe, then sorry.

"I met a wolf who offered a place." She refrained from saying his color.