With her daughter safe in the den Arietta would take the time, since joining Bevroren that was, to explore the world once more outside of her home. It was a short trip, she hoped, heading only within the northern lands. She would breath in some, heading along a path near water. Rain fell, though not as heavy as it had been during some parts of this summer. Storms were frequent, and being dry was almost a blessing. But it honestly wasn?t the end of the world. Just near her on her left side was the red forest she believed, which had once been home to Tortuga. How times had changed since she came to the mainland. She would take a breath, glancing to the trees she walked along the outskirts of. What had become of the pack, she wondered? There were no longer any scents there, marking the place of it. Had they been taken over? Simply moved? The brown woman would ponder such things, simply grateful to be out and about with no shackles upon her. Speech, Thought

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Cirala wasn?t sure where she was going, she just needed to get away from her brother. Away from the madness that was their relationship. Some part of the woman wanted to seek out her sister, see if she could reconnect with her and yet another part of her didn?t feel like trying to explain what had happened to her to Satu. Her sister seemed much too fragile for that. Instead the woman wandered lands she had not had the opportunity to stalk when she had first been here.
Ebony paws carried her calmly through the forest, general disinterest on her face as she went. Hazels scanned the horizon methodically as she walked, nose twitching from time to time and ears perked. There were other wolves moving within the forest, that much she could tell but they did not seem to interested in her, which suited the woman just fine.

There were so many pretty colors, leaves that changed with the season. The north was cold, but Arietta had grown accustomed to it, her fur growing in thicker this year to help keep her warm. The young mother was happy, proud that life was moving on. She still had her moments where her weakness shown threw tenfold -- fear of change a major trigger in her. Her daughter, Vesta, did not care for change either, and the femme could only blame herself for that. But right now there was nothing to be afraid of. She was a bird whose wings had been unbound, and now she was flying through the woods. ...until she happened to fly right into the furry form of another wolfess! Arietta would stumble back, blinking. So caught in her little daydream of happiness, of the future she and her daughter might hold in Bevroren, she did not see the stranger she collided right into until after impact. A gasp would leave her once she realized what she had done, quickly dipping her head as her tail instinctively lowered. "Ack! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Please forgive me!" Speech, Thought