She had spent so long in isolation, enough time that she was entirely unsure of where her cousins were, or if they were even still around. After both Sanngriðr and Víðarr had seemingly disappeared she felt a sense of betrayal, mostly at the fact that they left with barely a word. And in turn she did the same to Róta and the others. A bit hypocritical she supposed, but she hadn't been in a very stable state of mind. But after over a year of... sulking essentially, Iðunn decided enough was enough, and that she would try to seek her cousins out. Wherever they may be.
Her paws took her to a large pond surrounded by willow trees. The long fronds brushed gently along her back as she meandered her way to the edge of the water to stare down at her reflection. She relaxed and extended her elongated canines, feeling the tension pull at the front of her jaw. They had been a blessing from the Old Gods, a sign to her that they were not disappointed in her and the others leaving their home to start anew. But perhaps they were disappointed in her now, after abandoning those that remained.
Iðunn would have to do better, be better, if she was to uphold the values that she held most dear. But first she had to figure out where her cousins were. A challenge it would be.
