March On

It had taken her some time to make her way this far. Though she had obtained Regulus' permission to leave, still she felt it was her duty to make the borders secure before she left. He had entrusted her with a great responsibility, and she intended to honor that trust. But now it was time to find her family, and this pack he said they claimed here.

But when her wandering paws had finally reached the territory he had directed her towards, there was nothing. She vaguely recalled this land as having belonged to a pack called Ludicael when she was a youth, but no trace of either that history nor her own family remained on the former borders.

Troubled, the ivory-and-auburn warrior had draped herself in the embrace of some dry roots to rest and consider her options. Regulus had asked her to gather what knowledge she could about the fates of the packs in this region, since he had not come here in quite some time, so she would not return to Celestial quite yet. This Fiori may have simply moved to a new territory, not disbanded, and there was at least one other pack in the east to visit as well. She would need to speak with locals who would remember what had become of Fiori and her family, and then see to visiting the other pack to reacquaint them. But first, it had been a long journey, and the east much more humid than she had grown used to. A good rest was in order.