Shouldn't Have Come Here

Manea glanced up as Temno and Ciemny flew off from their perches among the stone ruins, scouting ahead for her as she began to make a plan for their path through Boreas. Her plans for the band she formed had been significantly derailed and postponed by the illness that struck her husband and daughter, but now that their symptoms had dissipated and they were on the mend she began to put her plans into action. Her first orders of business would be to go visit with Armada, Ashen, and Fenmyre to make sure the fledgling relationships she had begun to form with those packs still stood while she figured out their next steps. She was also quite interested to see this pack of sins that Chimera had described so she was glad that it would be their last stop in the trip so they could spend a bit of time there.

She smirked slightly and started moving through the Stone Steppe, beginning to make her way back toward the island, when a distantly familiar scent caught her attention and made her freeze in her tracks. No matter how long it had been she would never forget her traitorous mother's scent, but this wasn't quite right to be hers, but someone closely related to her perhaps. Her expression shifted into a frown and she turned her aqua gaze toward where the scent led, her ear flicking as she considered her options. It definitely wasn't the scent of her long lost brother and if it wasn't her mother... there was really only option it could be. Part of her wanted to turn the other way and pretend she had never noticed, but another part of her wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Manea turned her path to follow the trail she crossed, following it to the edge of the Stone Steppe and very nearly into the thicker grasses that surrounded the Firefly Lake before her aqua gaze finally landed on the swirls of violet and purple. She had only laid her eyes on her half sibling twice—once shortly after her birth and again right before their mother was stripped of her name and sent away with the pup and the brute that fathered her—but her patterns and markings were easy enough to recognize and combined with the similar undertones to their scents it was undeniable. "You," she growled as she approached Desponia with narrowed aqua eyes.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny