Aláwo had decided that the Northern lands of Alacritia were simply not the place she needed or wanted to be. It had taken a number of attempted ventures and some close calls with the strange natives there, you couldn't say that she hadn't tried. Of course there wasn't actually any escaping the Northern wolves, they had now begun to spread into the South but it was here she decided that she stood the greatest chance of survival. This was familiar terrain to her, she had grown up in the South and as well as offering her any advantages it gave her a sense of comfort and safety that the North simply couldn't provide.
Here in the Southern lands there was also a stronger chance of hearing her native tongue, though this was a fact she hadn't been aware of immediately. When she had first heard some familiar words spoken she had thought herself dreaming, she'd felt isolated for so long that she'd begun to think anyone who spoke the Yoruba language had vanished off the face of the earth. It wasn't a dream though soon soon discovered and whilst it wasn't another former tribal wolf it was still a new found friend. Niyara had certainly aided in keeping her sane.
Wolf and bird were rarely seen apart now, those days of separation more for Niyara's benefit than Aláwo's. They were together now though as they ventured forever wandering the lands. Although she now had the parakeet as a companion and was very grateful for Niyara's company, there were indeed still moments that Aláwo longed for her own kind once more. Each time she picked up a scent, she hoped desperately that it might belong to another former member of the Tahtla though trails grew stale and she never found them.
Their path today had brought them through the God's Garden. With no hopeful trails to follow, Aláwo moved at a steady pace around the ruins and overgrown collection of herbs. Niyara was quite comfortably settled upon the wolf's back for the moment, watchful eyes still taking interest in the sights around them.
