It was just… gone. She had travelled too often, and too far, but the thought of having a home to come back to had always lighten the load in her heart. She had loved Kesali so much, the wolves in it where light hearted, and she believed in her Alpha, trusted and loved him. It had seemed to stable, so permanent, that she could not believe it. She stood in the spot that had been the heart of the pack, and sniffed the empty spaces, she walked to her herb garden and would see where others had trampled over her hard work, or picked free her herbs. Rogues didn’t care as much as pack wolves about the state of things that were not their own. She sat down at the corner of her garden, blinking back tears. She had had a home, for the first time in her life. She had allowed herself to believe and now.. It was gone. She was alone again. Her thoughts drifted to Eris and Oxide, but only for a moment. She would not be welcome with them, Oxide was a relative, but he was not family. Not in his heart. She gave the pack lands one last look, hung her head, and wept. "Speech"

Though she'd made a point to stick close to Archon, Circe had been spending a great deal of time alone. The band was slowly falling apart and every day she was becoming more and more certain that she would need to find new accommodations. The thought disquieted her. She rather liked what Archon had to offer. And she liked how well her scheme meshed with his beliefs. Circe loathed the idea of having to go back to Risen. She chafed under Abraxas pack rule. It was just too rigid, too firmly planted, for her schemes to blossom.

Presently her wanderings had taken her from Archon's side and into lands that had until recently been claimed by a pack. Circe walked the pack's grounds in search not of leftover trinkets or baubles, but of wolves who could tell her what had happened. Though the band was suffering it was still in its best interest to be aware of what was happening in Boreas. If there was an outbreak they needed to know about it. Likewise, if there was a new threat targeting packs, Fallen needed to be kept abreast of its achievements.

Circe's ears swiveled as the soft sounds of sorrow drifted through the woods. She regarded the sound curiously and then began to pad towards it in earnest. Crying to her was as tantalizing as the wail of a wounded prey animal. She simply could resist.

Quite quickly she came across the woman's scent. She paused to sniff delicately at what looked to have once been a garden but was now in disarray. The woman's scent clung to the broken plants and unable to stop it, Circe's tongue dipped from her mouth to lick once at a pair of leaves that the stranger had stepped on. She smiled gently to herself and then straightened. Today was shaping up nicely. Not only was there a tearful woman around here somewhere in need of comforting, but she was flowering too.

"Miss?" she called sweetly as she approached. For the flowering woman's benefit her gentle voice was laced with caution as though Circe had misgivings about approaching. "Is everything alright?"

"Talk"