Once again Loccian had left Seracia. Lately it felt as if she was leaving it more and more than actually staying within the pack's land. The other times she had a reason to do so however, Sercia was mostly flat land with rivers and so not many herbs grew there so she had to go into the loner lands and find various plants for the pack. Toay wasn't a herb trip, she just wanted to go out and explore the land some since the pack wasn't too active.

Paws moved silently over the cool grass, a nice breeze rolling over the lands and brushing against her body, sending a shiver laog her spine. She stopped to enjoy it, head lifted to the sky with eyes closed. Slowly she took in a long, deep breath, loving the scent that was brought into her nose. Spring was a beautiful time, new scents filling the air, plant sprouting ad filling the landscape with many colors.

After a couple minutes of just enjoying the weather, Loccian was off. Legs moved, going at a steady jog with her tail wagging behind her. Grey eyes scanned the land, spotting a couple river channels here and there which brought up the idea of trying to catch a fish or two. It would be interesting to try, Loccian never di fish before and so she thought it would be a little fun to give it a try. So she headed for a small, slow channel, wlaking along the edge looking for ay signs of fish moving by slowly.

The white and gray dame walked ever so elegantly throught the land. She had received no luck yet in finding her brother. And she wasn't in the Russian tundra anymore; yet she stil carried herself with an heir of a princess. But there was no more pack for herto act like so. But what was she then, the dame that didn't die? Aqua blue eyes flashed back to that moment. As Poxiterxo lunged at her throat as Octavian and Pontifex just sat there. He was going to let her die! How his cowardice had broken her heart, would she ever have it sewn back together.

But then if he did then is reputation would have been even worse. Understanding then filled Hureia's mind as she thought some more. After turning over all of the sides of the thought she was satisfied. Forgiveness has already given but she doubted Octavian would still even be in these lands. Should he be back at his pack as asecond ruler perhaps beneath his brother? So much death had taken place.

Her parents...her to be half sister....her packmates....and maybe even her brother Thane. For all she knew his body could have been dragged away and eaten in a state of disrespect. For once tears down her cheeks since that fatreful day she had awoken. It would have been much better to die; but then who would be there for Thane. WHo would love him and pick him up when he was down? Why was this all so complicated. He needed her and she needed him, longed for him. No, she must stop those thoughts. Hureia curled herself up into a ball at a base of a tree and closed her aqua blue gaze. Black lined ears perked up listening ti the chirp of the birds.

	She had walked along the water for a few minutes until she found a good spot to fish. Carefully she positioned herself to where the unsuspecting fish would not see her nor her shadow. Now all she had to do was wait for the perfect moment. One, two, three decent sized fish. It wasn't easy, a few times she lost her patience and lunged all over the place, but once she was able to calm down she managed to fish properly without becoming upset. And so she walked away from the river, fish carried in two large leaves that hung from her jaws. On she went, moving through a small clump of trees. Some called it a forest but she disagreed, it just wasn't big enough for her to call it that. Just, a cluster of them that managed to grow in this open area. It didn't take long for her to come across something interesting, being pulled out of her thoughts at the sight of a white wolf curled up at the base of a tree. Right away the healer in her came out as she set down the leaf bundle and sniffed the wolf, a female. Excuse me ma'am, are you alright? She asked, sitting down close to her but a tail length away in case she tried to strike out at her. I am a healer, so if you need help I can treat you. She put on a smile, trying to keep the shewolf in a good mood and not seem threatening. My name is Loccian. "action. talk. think. you."

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