Better Late than Never

This visit should have happened long ago, but after the challenge she lost, the world's decent into darkness, the illness that gripped them, and the travel that took far longer than anticipated thanks to the size of the group they had accumulated... It had all caused a lot of set backs for them. Finally they were here at the shore, following the pack scent that matched what she remembered of Chimera's own scent until she was standing on the beach opposite of the island that it looked like was inhabited by the split-toned man's wolves. She brought Alastor with her along with Avacyn and Saracyn. It would be the first time she brought the children along on this kind of outing—well, the first time since they were born at least. She knew that just sitting around the camp got boring and she hoped that perhaps there would be children for them to meet and play with here as well.

They were just a season shy of their first birthdays and that fact baffled her. Time had flown so fast and it just seemed to continue slipping away from her. Once they were standing on the shore next to what seemed like a ferry system of some kind she lifted her muzzle to call for the Fenmyre King. She briefly considered crossing to the island before she called for him, but she felt it would be more respectful to wait and make sure they were welcomed. In the meantime she leaned her head down to give a few swipes of her tongue across the top of Saracyn's head, grooming down a few stray tufts of fur with a little smile.

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