Following her departure from Avalon, Keetie had wondered for a time. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for. Her memories had started to trickle back in, and she knew she had family out there. Somewhere forgotten, and lost to her. At least for now. As she searched for… what, she wasn’t entirely sure…. She heard of the battle fought for pack lands.
She missed the battle, if only just. The scent of the victor was surprisingly familiar to her. Following this faint source of her past, she let it take her up a difficult to traverse mountain. Her cat bundling beneath the coat draped over her back.
She wasn’t sure what compelled her forward, but she was determined to start making decisions for herself again. She found the imposing Viking figure there, at the top peak of Fenrir’s maw. Her eyes roamed across his body. Familiar, yes. She couldn't yet place where she had known him from.
She stepped a little closer, presenting herself to him with a slowly building smile. “Room for one more?” she asked, her voice a rumbling purr.
