Shake off the travel dust

It was a long road back to the pack she had left some seasons ago. Setting her eyes on the castle as she approached, she wondered if the wolves beyond would still recognise her. She was not the wolf who had left them, and she certainly wasn’t the wolf that the Armada Warlord had purchased. The wolves that ruled this land were strongly cemented into her mind. But surely she was only a passing thought in there’s. One wolf - among many - that they had helped once upon a time.

She settled at the border, shifting her weight wearily and fighting the urge to run a paw across the raised skin across her face. The last gift her mother would ever give her. Finally, realising she could procrastinate for only so long, she raised her head and howled. Her call ringing softly through the territory, calling for Artorias and Briar. Her first and only friends in this world.