The rise and fall of the terrain felt exactly like it always had- comforting. She ran wildly through the trees, splashing through mountain streams and leaping over rocks. She was free, here, with no one to tell her what to do or where to go. Here, in the wildness of the mountains, far from any densite, she ran. The sun was setting but she hardly cared, she would run through the night if it meant easing her newly troubled mind. So many thoughts, day-to-day, ran through her head when once upon a time life had been so simple. Now her world had been shaken, and though she had not left Spirane as many others had, it did not mean that she did not have the peculiar feeling of being displaced coursing through her veins.

It ran alongside her now, the feeling of unfamiliarity, just close enough to brush up against her fur. The mountains had always been home, but so had her older sister- memories of watching sunsets and chasing fireflies with Daenerys ran through her mind as her paws, rhythmically, beat against the ground. Had she made a mistake, by staying? Had her ideas of loyalty to the mountains and unwillingness to disrupt the lives of her children been misguided? Haven couldn't help but think that her sister could possibly resent her for staying, pledging her loyalty to an usurper.

Roman seemed like a good enough leader and not the type to cause problems, but he had only been in power for precious little time. Time would tell whether or not he was an able ruler, and whether or not he would live up to the name of Daenerys. Nothing could take away the respect and adoration Haven had for her sister, and no alpha would ever take her place. But the woman thought that maybe her loyalties lie within the mountains and the fireflies and the streams- she couldn't imagine life in another place. Not after what had happened to her parents. This was home and she refused to be torn from it, no matter the cost.

The sun was setting and Haven slowed her pace gradually from a wild gallop to a more graceful lope, eventually pulling up to a stop upon the very highest peak of the mountain. Here, so long ago, she had watched the sunset with Daenerys and Taliesin, sisters and brother. Her eyes burned with tears she refused to spill for though her life had been turned upside-down there was comfort in a familiar sight. She felt a cool summer's breeze stir her pelt and she sighed with a sort of bittersweet nostalgia, watching the sun cast it's golden rays over Moladion.