Is this goodbye

She could see it now. The edge of Valhalla. The scent of her Alphas lingering, giving a clear border. It was so different from when she first stood at Valhalla's gates, waiting for permission to enter. A different land. A different time. Different wolves. So much had changed, some for the better, some for the worst. She had learned much, but she didn't feel as though she knew enough. Erani still had not had her rank returned to her, and Preston? Well his whereabouts were unknown. The pack was left pretty much without a healer. Though Erani still jumped up when someones live lay on the line. Like Cairos. Would he ever recover? She doubted it. He was old, his heart break had shown clearly in his eyes. Was it possible to die of a broken heart? Maybe? She didn't know. There was no answer to give or to be provided.

Lifting her skull, her muzzle pointed to the sky, she parted her jaws, releasing a melody, calling for the ex-Healer. She wouldn't leave without saying good-bye. But could she even leave at all? She had made this place her home. Though it appeared to be falling apart around her. Maybe Erani could provide her some clarify, put her mind at rest. Or maybe she should give Chrysanthe some time to right things. No matter what she would wait. Resting her haunches on the cold earth, she waited. She hoped Erani would be able to find her. The snow would make both she-wolves difficult to see, invory pelts disappearing into the scenery around them. Valhalla had become a winter wonderland. Would her prospective home be the same?


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