Anymore
Azalea was set on a mission across Regium and toward the Mile High Woods to where Glaciem resided. She had been informed of the changes, that Regium was actually Bevroren reborn and the wolves of Glaciem would be molded under the forms of what the pack was originally created as. The Glaciem formed by her blood uncle, Gargoyle.
Odette was in charge now, odd as it sounded, and she was beginning to feel quite old. The adopted Adravendi was old enough to run her own pack! Where had the time gone? North, she guessed, just as she had gone. Time was not kind to her family. They were broke apart, built back up, and broken apart again. Azalea's face was ravaged by her aunt, her leg ravaged by earth. Her man was lost to her and her heart was muddied with uncertainty. Sometimes she felt closer with her friends than with those bound her by blood and ceremony.
She would seem to count her steps as she went, reminding herself to not lower leg no matter how fine it felt. It was definitely on the mend but the bone still fractured and no use for walking on.
Freshened up and with a full meal in her belly, Azalea was about to get around faster. Surely though, if Roman knew she were about, she would getting an earful and throwing the Armada Queen into labor. As well, Roman would hopefully know better than to try and keep Azalea from running about. She had never been one to sit still and let life pass her by and the time away from her friends and family was long enough of doing nothing. So, she would visit her blood cousin and see what tales of Azalea had reached the gal.
She stopped on the edge of Regium territory, calling across the space between and into Glaciem territory. |