Hands up like (pom-pom-pom-pom-poms)

Since seeing her mother Tempest had considered her next moves carefully. Family… she knew she was family bound. Finding where her kin were, after they’ve been divided, and gathering the parts of their stories… The female knew she had to find Storm again too. Her mother… was dying… Tempest wanted to be there when the woman eventually slipped away. She wanted to let her know, despite her absence, she was there. Things could be hard, yes… but Tempest had learned she would see things through to the end either way. Not everything in life was as sweet as honey.

With head held high the woman wandered the East in search of a pack’s scent. Was it not Abaven, the land Bass once ruled, that she needed to find? It was as good a start as any, she supposed. A home base while she learned of the rest of her family and got to know them anew. The journey around the East to find the familiar territory wasn’t the fastest… but eventually Tempest would come to the edges of Abaven’s borders and stand there proudly, golden gaze shining with a light of triumph.

It had been far too long since she last stood here.

Throwing her head back in a howl Tempest called for the one currently in charge of the pack. She wasn’t entirely sure what to expect… but she was ready.

She was always ready.