[Ignis] star gazing helps a troubled mind

Long lanky legs moved quietly across the ground, behind her trailed the boar who was also silent. Her companions understood her frustration and knew when not to pester her with opinions and questions. They had returned and started their search in the north, but as soon as they grew near where winterfell had been located Actaea could smell that there was now a totally different pack there. She had not even stuck around to check with anyone. Things were not panning out like she had hoped and she was finding herself growing rather frustrated. Her fears were beginning to become reality, it had been too long and too much has changed. For all she knew uncle could have uprooted and moved the pack to another lands. Her jaw muscles tightened as she continued to move, trying to sooth her thoughts.

Pausing her remaining good eye looked back to Boris and she made a motion with her head. He grunted in response before moving off away from her and started rooting around for trinkets. Then she took a look around, relaxing as she recognized this territory. The territories themselves didn’t seem to have much change so far which was relieving, but now she had to figure out what her next move would be. Asking around was not in her comfort zone for right now unless it was someone she knew because she had to much to risk. She supposed she could have her daughter stay out and move out on her own, but there was always a chance that she could be ambushed just like Actaea had been years ago.

She looked up to the clear night sky and sighed, searching the stars for a distraction. So much has changed in the last couple of years and her youth was slipping away, but being here in a place she recognized made her feel like she was before she was carried away from Ardent. She would feel more at ease if she could find uncle and Ignis. As long and nothing bad happened to either of them as well. Ulula was still young and she needed a pack for stability and the chance to further learn, but Actaea was not looking for anywhere until she could find some shred of what was left of her family.

Actaea lowered her scarred form to the ground into a more restful position as she continued to look up and study the stars. Her companions an earshot away as they looked for trinkets and things to trade. Actaea had left her daughter sleeping in a den they made together. The wolverine companion guarding her until Actaea would return.