Losing Myself Close To The Edge

The female would step into the cold lands of the North, this time seeking knowledge from another rather than plain interaction. Her goal was still set as well, to form a pack of her own. Lyenne, it would be called. Lyenne. Both a gifted name and a cursed one, a fitting title for a place she would call home. Rainbow had vowed to face down all her demons, every last one, until they were screaming and begging for her mercy. There would be no quarter given until she took this world, or at least what she wanted from it, by storm.

Perhaps there was more to gain somewhere. It meant getting down to business and making plans. The female would give a soft growl as she stepped onto the cool sands. It was her season... that meant that her babus were a year now right? Were they okay? Were they looking for her? Her heart would clench, a whine leaving her jaws as she thought of Ganja now too. She didn't like leaving the child alone for long. She would be on her way back within an hour or two. Hopefully with good news to report.

Of course she had considered going back to Lydovne's old territories in search of the plants. But the thought of returning home again... It made her feel sick. She kept thinking about what if she ran into an Imperium wolf... if she could keep her temper in check. If her emotions could be controlled. Perhaps... perhaps it was worth the trip.

Some demons lay there waiting after all.