Days seemed to have passed before the young wolfess eyes as she sought out the mystery of the Nightingale. The name held something deep in her heart, one that made her wish to seek if there were more like the one her friend Mortis who had done his best to help find the women named Riva. Though the thought of giving up had crossed her mind on many occasions, to just go back to her mother empty pawed just to see the face she had cared for most. Though did she still remain here as well? It was a mystery one that she was not sure she would figure out.
It was with a small sigh of defeat that she had looked to the stars that shone in the night only to see flickering bugs of fire meeting her eyes. Silently she gasped while wondering where she had found herself now. Had she wandered too far off from a path once again, and did her Ruaisar know where they were? These were questions she wished she could answer, but ones that she could possibly answer. ’maybe it is before me like this lake?’ she had wondered to herself before she started to look around.
Ruaisar is a morning dove who will be present at all times unless there is a battle.