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Rhian had heard from one of her father's owls of what he was planning to do. She'd managed to take care of herself well enough after the disbandment of Fireside, wandering around, practicing her hunting some but mostly scavenging what she could. She'd never been particularly close with people, but she could hardly know where Chaos was going and then not follow him. She knew very little about Aerie, but she was excited to be in a pack again. The lone wolf life was fine for some, sure, but it just didn't fit her. She didn't like being alone. Besides, she definitely needed to learn more about hunting and fighting, just in case she ever had to strike out on her own again, or in case this new pack demanded more from her than she could provide.

Fireside being gone was... weird. Rhian wasn't entirely sure if she'd loved the pack -- she barely knew most of the wolves in it -- but it had been her home. But being mostly alone and fending for herself had taught her a valuable lesson about independence. She liked being able to choose what she did all the time. She liked not having responsibilities to impress anyone but herself. But she was done with that now. She had things to do, things to be. She'd begun to aspire to maybe someday rule her own pack. It should have been weirder than anything imagining it now, but somehow it almost seemed to work. She wasn't leader material yet -- she was still barely more than a kid -- but it seemed natural that someday she'd fit into that role like a hand in a glove.

Arriving at the border with her head held high, she found Chaos and one brother -- Daemon -- already there. "Hello!" she greeted them, in her normal boisterous tone, before settling in to wait beside Daemon. Where were the others? She had other siblings; what were they up to?