Our paths are like a boomerang

Her path was winding and destinationless. She couldn’t even help Recluse to save her pack. She’d been worthless, just as she always had been. Her family and pack mates were now held as captives, while she walked as a wraith over the lands. Cursed to wander enterally. Mismatched paws carried her along the harrowing precipices of the fjord. Her gaze lingered on the road ahead of her, unaware of where the path was going to take her. Deathbelle’s once royal paws were far from the graceful tools she once used, but she held no fear of falling. There was no fear anymore.

The shell of a woman moved forward at a slow pace, but the sound of falling rock brought her features up to focus on the disturbance. What she saw she hadn’t expected at all. Immediately her chest tightened, despite so much time passing she still had the same reaction. Deep harrowing sorrow when her purple gaze met him. She froze there, unable to speak or move for a long moment.