Most of her time was spent wandering around the freelands of Moladion, poking her nose into places it probably did not belong. Her childhood habit of touching and tasting everything had slowly but surely started to grow more refined. As she had aged she learned from the lessons her savior had taught her. Be one with the power of the storms around her, but respect them and show them your own power as well. She had taken the time to stop and look around the world, try to understand the workings of it and learn what she could. As such, she learned from her past and knew to sniff before biting.


Presently she had been rubbing her face in a blanket of dying and drying mint leaves. Head tilted to the side and she got an idea. With a wag of her tail she collected as many of the leaves as she could and trotted back in the direction of Glorall.


Snow white fur clashed against the blazing autumn foliage as she moved from place to place until at last she started to blend a little more into the sands of the beachlands. Reminiscent of the little time she had spent in the land she continued to stick to the trails that she knew. Using the memories from puppyhood she found herself coming close to the old dens of her mother. Dens that had long ago lost the scent of her family.


Mismatched eyes narrowed and she had to swallow a growl. Blood family was nothing- a voice that wasn’t her’s growled in her mind. But he had not left her. Nor had many of her other friends. To them she still held loyalty and to them she was doing this task.


Finding a clear den, one that had not been filled with her mother’s herbs, she placed the mint leaves in neat lines so they could dry. Exiting the den she trotted once more up the trails until she ran into an unfamilular wolf in the land. It was true, Inanna was no good judge for who was or was not in the pack these days, but this wolf did not smell at all of the beaches. Not only that, but she was unnervingly close to Inanna’s new project.


What are you doing here? She asked gently to the younger pup. Her eyes were suspicious and her poise was one of pride and hidden power. She was secure in her place and would not give way, much like the nature of the world in which they lived.