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"There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain..."

It was so weird, stepping back into this place. In some ways, she felt like she was just here yesterday but at the same time, it felt like a whole new place and not the same Moladian that she remembered. Her heart ached for those that she left behind and even as she ventured closer to the borders of her beloved Iromar, she could tell that all was not as it was. Aithne's scent no longer lined the borders and she whimpered softly in concern of her friend's fate. Did she step down? Go some place else? Maybe she would run into her somewhere in the free lands. Avery could only hope. She wondered what had happened to other wolves she'd known. What of Arkane and the other warriors she was training? What of her children Azariah and Undyne? She knew she would need to seek them out if she wanted answers.

She stepped onto the rocky terrain of the crags. There were so many different scents now. Different wolves leading different lives. She wondered where she would fit into all of it. She was still a fighter, still in her prime. She knew she could still do battle with any age. It wasn't time to slow down yet and she was aging gracefully. She had the scars to show her experience but they didn't slow her down at all. Would she find another wolf worthy to show loyalty to? She knew the life of a loner wasn't one for her. She ached for purpose, for a mission in life. But first she needed to know what had happened while she was away from Moladian.

She stepped delicately down the rocks into a little valley where a large waterfall fell into a small pool. Sighing, she got to the bottom and ventured to the water's edge, lowering her head to quench her thirst. Then she took a seat, wondering where to go from here.