I listened carefully to all that Viora had to say, trusting her words that Magnus would not present any true danger - to himself or anyone else. Loss is not an easy thing to bare, of this I was well aware, but how we handle our pain tells much of who we are. The breaking of an imprint bond by death was something severe and extreme, and any predisposition to anger that Magnus harbored had been magnified in the aftermath. Viora's own ire had clearly been raised by the entire situation, and the punctuated way she spoke of those who might wish to violate Fjallraven's grave made such a thing clear to me. "When I am able, I would like to visit and pay my respects. I would appreciate if you would notify Magnus." While the wound was still fresh I had my suspicions that he would likely linger close to the gravesite and bar anyone from going to close - I did not want to catch him unawares upon my arrival.

Thoughts of sickness and disease did give me cause to worry to some degree, but if Viora, who had buried the girl, and Magnus who had surely spent much and more time with her while she was ill, had not contracted the disease, there was probably not much to be concerned about. We would likely never know its origins - perhaps it was something Fjallraven had been born with that had waited to rear its ugly head until she came of a certain age or became weakened by a more common illness. I was no healer, and my guesses were just that - guesses. I nodded at her forewarning nonetheless, heeding her advice. "I will speak to the healers of it as well."

With that the matter came to a close, and we were drawing closer to the clearing that housed my den. Her words reminded me of how tired my body was from the fight. I nodded at her words, saying in reply, "I did all that I could given the situation - and it proved to be enough." I was proud of my victory, and the betrayal that I had felt over the past year had not lessened in the wake of Tithe's defeat, but it still did not mean that I took pleasure in harming a wolf who had once been pack to me.

As we came upon the wide grassy field that housed my large cavelike den that looked out over Spirane and Moladion, I paused and turned once more to Viora. "Thank you for bringing me these tidings. I should have need of your ears and eyes in the days and weeks to come - not only while I recover, but also to learn how the pack and those beyond it take to my return." Though many had come to the gathering to welcome me home, there were those who had departed because of my arrival as well. If someone was going to try to take what was mine again, before I was given the chance to reestablish the pack that had once been, I wanted to see them coming. With that I nodded a final thanks to Viora and turned, suddenly overcome with the need to ensure my den was just as I had left it nigh on a year ago.