I've gotta stick to the plan... 'cause there's no "Plan B"

The female had met her father in her dreams… only for the briefest of moments, but she saw him there. A worried smile on his face… pale gaze questioning… Why was it that look made her feel guilty about the way life had gone?

Philomema had left Boreas for some time… and during her travels the dire wolf had met a number of others, even falling into moments of lust with some of the men, and admittedly some of the women too, that lead to something quite unexpected.

She had fallen pregnant.

Okay, so it wasn’t really that unexpected. When a boy wolf and a girl wolf happen to do the do…

...and the end result was children. Philomena hadn’t wanted to get rid of them…

...and was glad she hadn’t. Her firstborn, Evangelos, and her youngest, Nausicaa, were so full of life. She saw a younger version of herself in the two of them… They were all perfect though. Perfect in their own ways.

Currently the children were sleeping, tucked safely in the den. Philomena looked over each one before slipping out into the early morn. It felt good to be able to stretch her legs after lying with the little ones throughout the night. It wasn’t easy as a single mother… and Philly worried for them tremendously. If something happened to any of them she’d be crushed…

Her gaze swept over the autumn landscape as Philomena moved just far enough from the den to move towards the edge of the lake. Ideally she had wanted to get back to the Weeping Woods, hell, even the Mangroves… were her mother and brother still there, she wondered?

The thought made her heart ache.

She wasn’t entirely sure what had made her leave…

But she had… and now…

She shook her head.

It didn’t matter anymore.

Philly knew that she was going to rebuild everything. Even if she had to start small… even if she had to build everything from the ground up she would. She hadn’t given up her plans yet… and someday she’d become a crusader against those who had taken her father.

Yes her father had made a poor choice…

But he wouldn’t have had to make it if they never showed up at Dragoste’s doorstep.

Philomena wasn’t sure if she necessarily wanted revenge… not yet. Amon had killed her father… but she didn’t even know what the state of the Abraxas wolves were. She could find out… but only once the children were older. She didn’t want to endanger them without anyone but herself and No Face to protect them. What would they do if they died?

The thought made Philomena shudder. She wasn’t planning to repeat what had happened to her father… but she wasn’t planning to stand by idly either. Gods, if only she could solidify her thoughts, figure out exactly what she wanted…!

Philly glanced down at the water, gazing at her reflection. She looked frustrated, brow furrowed, ears tilted back… and she was. She didn’t know what the next step in her life was anymore. Everything felt so uncertain…