Repeat Until Death

A cold wind blew at Drífa's back as she worked her way down from the north under the cover of night and snow. Her pale pelt melted into the winter surroundings, shielding her from detection as she made her journey from Winterfell towards Abaven. She lamented that she was, once again, searching for a new home at her old age. It really seemed that no pack lasted forever and while she knew this it still stung. She had thought about joining Abaven but feared that would only add to Ignis' rage should he find out. Either way, she felt it necessary to let them know what had happened considering their icy relationship with Winterfell after Acere's raid. It would not surprise her in the least if Ignis should attempt to recoup Winterfell's loss.

Night arrived again by the time she reached Abaven's borders. It was dark and cool with just a sliver of moonlight illuminating the snow covered ground. She tipped back her head and howled for the alphess. She had urgent news and then… and then she would travel again. She didn't know where exactly but the smartest thing for her to do was head south toward warmer weather where winter would not be quite so hard on her old form.