Naudir moved like a ghost, each step careful and calculated as she slipped through the fog that drifted along the forest floor. Dauntless had fallen and once again Naudir was on her own. Well, not completely alone. Her ravens were snuggled up behind her shoulder blades asleep. They were part of the reason she was moving so carefully. Naudir decided to settle down in the north again and this time she intended to stay a loner… well, maybe. She remembered her conversation with Ásvor about the pair of them going searching for a pack for her but after the disappointment of Dauntless just falling apart she wasn't sure she wanted to. No, she intended to stay in her families pack lands though perhaps they could find a healer to coax into teaching her sister.
