Where the wind blows

Relm too had spent some time alone since she bailed from Kefka. She had stuck around Rhaegath for a little bit but at some point in her own wandering he seemed to have disappeared. But so did Kefka it seemed and while she was a little upset to be alone again, at least she was put at ease that her father wasn't on a deadly hunt for her at the moment. She had met her uncle too and seen him a couple times since then but she wasn't quite ready for the lifestyle of living in a pack, not yet at least.

Over the last week or so she appeared to be haunted by not just a ghost, but the ghost of Agria. She wasn't quite aware that it was remnant of Agria, but she had spotted the fuzzy pink flare in the shadows and through the trees multiple times. It didn't linger over her long but she definitely felt like she was being followed and watched by it.

She only showed more interest when she was disrupted by the sounds of whispers over the hills, and to her surprise the pink haze floating just around the edge before disappearing into the Gulley. She didn't jump after it, only hesitated in her first couple steps before she wandered over the hillside to spot a familiar face down bellow. She couldn't help the gentle smile from the old friend she saw, and then made her way closer to him. She hadn't caught what he had said, but had heard him talking and when she was close enough she questioned in a bit of a joking manner, "Who are you talking to?"

"Relm"