There's a time to wait, and a time to take action

Lior wasn't one to find the prairie appealing like most of her packmates. It simply wasn't home. The earthen den held no comfort like her cave on the beach, the healer wanting to start from scratch with remaking all her ruined bandages. The plan eventually fell through. No moss to speak of no matter how much she looked and dug up rocks or peered inside the scattered logs riddled throughout the territory. It had put her in a funk not even Anais's presence could fill. She was without purpose. Deadweight. Orchid was still gone. Often in the passing evenings she would simply gaze towards the south and wonder what kind of trouble her brothers were getting into.

Glacier's howl called to her, and she would obey wordlessly as she bounded out of her earthen den. It was time to say goodbye to this territory, thank the gods. Lior approached the beach with a frown across her muzzle, surveying all the debris from the flood. Again Lior looked down south towards the coast where her brothers had disappeared to. Her forepaws clenched at the earth for a moment, only relaxing when she saw Anais and her children. Her sister was happy here. Had a family, had a mate and adorable children. Lior was lost, alone, and becoming more and more disinterested with the quiet pack. This wasn't for her anymore. As she made her way to her sister and sat a few paces away she would make a point to try and break the news gently. Lior wanted to leave Donostrea.

"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'