Neverwinter Forest It isn't often that I die

Mostly for reference. She isn't on the borders, about 10 to 15 feet from them. She followed a scent she thought she recognized. She is just sitting. @[size=medium]Lótë[/size] @Keyni @Kjalarr

Thistle walked on elderly paws, she had to stop and take breaks. But she didn't mind. She could admire the worlds beauty before her number was up. These woods had always been teeming with life. It was one of the reasons, her children had settled near the oh what was it, moon something. This was not the right place, but she had gathered herbs here on brief forays. Ragnar at her side sometimes, on her own others. Even Julooke had come a time or two. 

She wasn't quite certain why she had traveled this way, except there was a scent, a very small scent that she recognized, though she could not put two and two together as of yet. She thought most of the wolves were gone or spread far and wide she had known, but she stopped at the borders of this pack. 

She backed further away, at least 10 more feet, she wasn't about to get rent limb from limb at her age. No sir. She had plans to die on the coast, preferably near Ragnar's grave. Though she wasn't certain she could find it anymore, her children had moved it after it had be ransacked and treated terribly, but she couldn't remember where.

She settled further from the pack lands and then she waited. Tiny body sitting, tail around her paws. Eyes wandering over the creatures and plants that made their home here. She would sit for a time and then leave, go further towards the coast.