Return to place of birth

Something had occurred to her. It had happened again. That senseless feeling that she belonged nowhere and at the same time when she existed in a pack she grew slothful. Maybe that was why she had lost all her pack challenges. Only to attempt to hide under the victors. Some had fallen and well the last one she had come in search of her now adult son. His kidnapper was dead, her body spread to the masses. So she’d go to the mountain, with a hesitant Jay at her side. Seemed the young girl wanted to share something with her mother but her tongue was tied.

"We’ll start by looking around the old dens for anything." Voodoo wanted to find her son and she decided. She would lead a band. That meant work to be done. She would train, she would interact with the world around her. That way the nightingales could come to reality. No true home, but a band because she wanted to do something with her life.