As much as being in a pack had helped her in the long run, and certainly she was grateful to Rune for accepting in such an old wolf, she missed being free to roam. As the weather warmed so too did she, her joints less achy and her spirits lifted. So it was the woman would wander towards a place she did not know, limes passing from one object to another… They were vaguely familiar though how they got there, or who had made them were just as foggy to her as to a younger wolf. Then she lifted her gaze-
Yahir! Her brother’s name screamed in her head and she froze. No… not her brother, to feminine and he had never had a mark like that upon his face… But hadn’t her nephew? The woman hadn’t seen her yet, at least it didn’t seem like it and Priti wasn’t sure how to proceed.
