Bulletproof, Nothing to Loose

"Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'
To say that she had completely recovered by coming home, rejoining Ebony, would be a statement not at all true. She was home, she had learned a great many things, but Svetlana still had so much more to learn. She was, essentially, still a student, and the world was her teacher. But... that wasn't enough. She needed some more tangible form of guidance. She was almost a full fledged woman, soon to be two years old when summer came. Svetlana didn't feel quite ready for such a title, though that was normal for many young wolves first entering adulthood.

Her mind had turned towards the wolves she had knew in Ebony during her mother's reign. Wolves whose scents had faded over time. More importantly she wanted to see her mother again -- it had been too long since she last set off on the journey. She... wasn't sure where the rest of her siblings stood with their mother's return. Svet did know where she stood, however, and Korrin, her faithful companion, as well.

Today was a day for thinking. She had gone to the steppe, a land once ruled by Ebony, and now free. She would breath in the scents, Korrin left behind for now, though no doubt the polar fox would be on her heels before too long. There was a scent found, however, that caught Svetlana's attention. Mother? Why was she here? A frown settled on Svetlana's face. Had... her mother already reunited with them? Had... it gone all wrong?

The almost faded version of Raisa's own form would seek her mother's form. A form that looked, almost, lost. Like a ghost drifted over the land without purpose. A whine left her and Svetlana would move up beside the older woman, brushing her shoulder with her nose. "Mom?"