She had waited in Spirane but he hadn't come yet. It bothered Fjallraven so much so that she often found herself pacing, a thing that she was not known for. Fjall had been taught since birth the meaning of patience and obedience. Stillness was second nature to her for the very fact that she needed it to survive - not that it had helped much thus far. Her scars attested to that very fact. But Magnus had SAID he was coming to the mountains after her and Viora and she had believed him and she felt so lost without him, even if she now had Jericho again and Reich was there. Still, she felt left out. They had mates and children to attend to and what could she possibly do? Nothing. She had even went out and actually caught a DAMN SQUIRREL! Granted it had basically fallen right onto her head but she had been swift enough to catch it and actually kill it and the one person she had wanted so very much to brag to was not there. She hadn't even felt happy enough to tell Jericho the good news and she had taken her time eating the scraggly thing, eyeballing it this way and that as if to determine what was wrong with it for her to have caught it.

Finally she could take no more pacing and she was hungry again - one squirrel in a matter of days was nothing - so she set off at an amble until she left the borders (quite by accident). She might have turned around another day but there is an edge to Fjallraven that comes with the disappearance of her imprint so she just folds her overlarge ears back and keeps walking while her wide golden eyes glance furtively left and right and over her shoulder often. She makes it to the river without seeing any other wolves, unknown that Viora has laid a trap for her, and sets to trying to fish. She had been practicing since arriving on the mountain for her luck with oysters had emboldened and given her the confidence she needed.

It wasn't too overlong (for her, anyways) before she caught a small fish between her teeth and she almost let it slip in her excitement before she lunged towards the bank with the bottom half of her body dripping in cold liquid. Fjall glanced around with shining eyes that quickly dulled because who was here to share with her? No one. So she sighed and ate her meal in a hurry, ready to get back to her small den and sleep some more. As she trudges back towards the mountains, however, a wolf jumps up and out at her.

Memories flash before her eyes of Jaidah and that male that had attacked her and she yelps, falling back onto her rump and one paw lifting up as if to ward off her would be attacker. This muddy giant, however, is not attacking her, merely yipping and in an excitable frenzy. Large ears prick forward in curiosity but she feels no recognition for this wolf, only a wariness that comes from having been taken advantage of before. Her voice is sweet and high and Fjall's tail unwittingly waves as she pushes to stand up curiously. "Shhhh, be quiet. There are other wolves around here, you know, and they might not be nice." Fjall's voice is scolding, but her voice is always angelic sounding so it comes off being more gentle than any others. "What do you have? I'm not sure I should go... I was on my way home, you see," she hedges, uncertainty flickering in her face. She remembers all the warnings Magnus had told her and Jericho too. "Can you bring whatever is there here, do you think? I'm Fjallraven," she says suddenly, perking up at the idea and waving her tail with a gentle smile.