She had waited, the children would be home soon, they always came home before the world turned dark. Right? yes, this is true, she knows this because they have gone out before and have returned back to her safe and sound. Heimdallr seems keen on being the guardian of his brothers and yet even he has not returned. She grows restless, Vidar is gone, Rag and Ildan.. they are not home yet, Sven and Heim... they are not home yet. She lets out a low howl from the inside of her den. It is not mournful, just watchful. She waits longer, until it is growing even darker and dusk is begining to show on the edges of the horizon. No, she would not wait any longer. No, she couldn't. It wasn't in her to wait like this.

She was stronger now, almost back to her full health and she didn't feel the strain of getting up any more, her muscles didn't ache like they had in her back and and abdomen. Now she stretched breifly before heading out into the forest of Tavoria. Her nose within inches of the ground as she zig-zaged on the path, her low wuffs for her children can be heard but her nose, ears and eyes are trained on the path around her. She must find her children, all of them. Ildan and Ragnar were still within Tav, that much she knew. But the scents that led to the boarder made her dance slightly. Sven, Heim and Vidar's all led to the board and beyond. She looked behind her, having left a nice treat in the den should any of the children return before she could, it would keep them entertained for a while at the very least.

She turns her earthy head towards where the three scents spread off, Vidar's being the freshest she would find him and then together they would find the children, that was how they would do it. Everything they do was together, because apart they ached and to ache wasn't something she wanted to do any more. It doesn't take long for her to catch the trail properly and she finds that he is alone and the soft whine that leaks from his black lips makes her whine back in return. "Oh Vidar," she says runing up to his shaking form and curling her body tightly to his own, her head lowering so that she could lick the underside of his jaw "Where could our babies be?" she asks in a muffled voice as she burries her face into his fur.

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Ragnar, Heimdallr, Sven, Ildan, Mortz & Aerith