Chasing the sun

In all honesty, she was surprised anyone still lingered around Myriad's former lands. It felt as if now that the pack had fallen, the wolves that had resided in it simply ceased to exist. Like they had been a figment of her imagination. But they were still around, with lives to carry on with, probably just as clueless as her. What were they to do now? She wouldn't be surprised if they joined Peregrine's pack, nor would she care. She was no longer a queen, an alpha, a wolf of great power. It was too much for her, and in a way, she was relieved to be leading a simple life of a rogue. With Rivaxorus. But with all these homeless canines who had once answered to her wandering around the south, this part of the continent didn't feel private enough anymore. All the more for her and Riv to carry on with their journey to the north, she supposed.

She was in the process of following the smell of a deer in the hopes she could catch a meal for herself and Riv when Xephyris' scent drifted to her nose. He was approaching her, and it wasn't long before he let out a bark to alert her of his presence. A small, inaudible sigh left her nostrils as she swivelled her head around. It looked like she would have to leave the deer, or any meal for that matter, for later. Not that she minded. Well, she did, for her stomach grumbled and felt hollow, but she wasn't going to let that show. "Fine," she answered, ruffling her coat a little self-consciously. She couldn't tell how much he wanted to know about her past...doings, so she'd leave it as vague as possible. Unless he questioned further. "How have you been? I heard you are planning to start your own pack." Tone neutral, perhaps a hint of curiosity to break the monotony.