Whitefish River the road goes ever on and on.

Eshe wasn't an idiot. Had the weather shown any signs of what was to come the day she left, she wouldn't have dared step a toe outside of Kaistleoki's boundaries. She had watched for a whisper of inclimate weather that would've told her to stay, but none had come. So, on the eve of the new year, she had let her leaders and packmates know of her intentions to go out scouting for her brother for a few days, given them smiles and farewells and headed off into the Wilds.

The day after her departure was the day the signs had started to show. Eshe had traveled far in a single day, too far to believe she had much hope in making it back home in time. She had been forced to find shelter on the edge of the mountains far to the South. There, she would wait for a break in the storm or for the day she was forced to emerge to find food--whatever came first.

In the end, whatever drove her from her shelter sent her along the way down her ill-fated path. She wouldn't find her way back to Kaistleoki, but away from the Wilds completely. The only trace of Eshe Frostfur would be the footprints in the snow as she inadvertently made her way further South, and even those disappeared in a matter of minutes when the snows came again to bury them.