It had been years since she had travelled into the underworld beneath her den atop the mount. When she had been bonded to Lucian was the last time she remembered lurking within these depths. Now she is here again to seek solace from the blistering winter winds. Her den had become crowded with all of the children burying themselves so deeply into it and she had not minded so much for the first few hours. But this woman needs her space from time to time before she rips someone’s head off – be it family or not.

Every inch of Moladion holds painful, irritable, and pleasant memories for her. There is much history that runs deep within its veins, much of her history, and her family’s history. Her father and mother are disappeared along with her only full blooded sibling. She had found peace and a new breath of life within Kane after mending a bond long since torn by years of resentment. For the first time in her life she feels a strange sense of contentment after destroying the hatred that burned so hot for her relatives.

She has not done well to keep up with her brother since their departure from Diveen but it does not bother her too much. He is a capable wolf and if he needed her for any reason he would find her somehow. He survived a fight with her after all.

Despite the many beliefs that the caves were cold, damp places, they bring warmth and protection from the snowstorm that blows violently outside. If her family were clever enough, they would have followed her down here, and perhaps they are doing so right now. At least she has found solitude in her travels through the darkness if she were to be met with company in the end.

Her large figure moves through the wider tunnels of the grotto until she finds an alcove with a hole piercing into the open air of the outside. Light filters through the hole and snow floats down in small groups to pile upon the rock floor. Her head tilts upward as she looked through this opening and flakes land upon her muzzle, melting within seconds to dampen her fur.