Saga Destruction couldn't stop feeling angry at her mother, despite her return to Ludicael. The fact that she had been mourning wasn't a good enough excuse to abandon her family. She had been mourning, too; so had Requiem and Dutiron and the rest of their family. Her fur bristled in obvious annoyance as she made her way out of her pack's territory. It was rare for her to go far from home, but she had little desire to be around most of her family today and leaving all together, even just for the afternoon, seemed like the most releasable solution.
The walk was not as easy as she had anticipated. Although the land to the west of her home was quite flat, the grasses here were thick, making it difficult to traverse -- especially when the vegetation was in full bloom on this warm summer day. The tiny girl felt lost in the plains, feeling the tall grass tickle her nose. Though she was a yearling now, she looked very much like a child even still. She was short and had a small frame in general, though it was clear that she was not small because she was underfed, but simply because she was naturally tiny.
Saga felt relief fill her chest as the vegetation grew more sparse. Instead of enveloping her more deeply, it seemed to fade as the landscape shifted into something significantly easier to travel on. A sense of calm washed over her as she lost herself in the gentle silence of the day. Being alone was refreshing, and her worries seemed to fade into nothingness as she went further from home.
But the strange sense of serenity seemed to fade quickly as the scent of a stranger reached her nose. The foreign structure in the distance held her attention but for a moment before she spotted the wolf with pale fur and black markings. Slowly the girl's nose would wrinkle, distaste written plainly on her delicate features. Warily she would close the distance between them, mostly because she was intrigued by the structure he stood near, but partially because it had been awhile since she'd met anyone outside of her family.
