Gone

*Azalea* · 12-15-2013, 11:15 AM

Azalea was on a mission, as usual. She had entrusted her pups to her mother which was likely not the greatest idea. An easy little white lie had her out of Valhalla and on the run. Eyes set on the north, ignoring the unease it set loose on her spine.

Reaching the north was not hard, she was a well traveled wolf but since giving birth had grown lazy. Winded she would investigate the north lands, hoping for some sight of a friend. Liberty to be specific. There was little to no signs though, no familiar scent. Would her friend even smell the same? She was, after all, a Glaciem wolf now. Azalea would settle at the edge of the sea, overlooking the dark blue water that sat far below. Ice surrounded her in brilliant spires. Her auburn head was the only thing that threw her out of place here.

She could make it simple, calling to her friend. Weighing the pros and cons Azalea decided it would make the trip much less of a waste to signal to Lib that she was in the region. Lifting her muzzle she called out, her tones deep and carrying. She could only pray that Isardis would not find her, though what could he do to her that he had not already done?

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