She didn't leave Iromar every often any more. Adrian didn't mind it so much, and for all her disdain of Blackthorne, it was not hatred of him. Hatred of things he had done, but not of the wolf himself she realized. The dark coated young wolf even had grown bold enough to bring another to the moors.

And he seemed settling in comfortably enough. So it wasn't all bad, now that she thought about it. All the same, Adrian felt like taking a walk. She took brisk, long strides as she crossed the threshold of the swamps towards the river. It took a few minutes before getting out of any area that had such the heady smell of moorland. The water from this river fed into Iromar, so it made the journey easy enough to take.

She shook out her think fur briefly before deciding to take a dip in the cooler waters of Aplos River. There were good memories here with her sister Indigo, playing in the water and being all around innocent and carefree. Sometimes Adrian wondered what might have become of her had nothing happened in Iromar. A naive little girl with a love for children who became a mother much too soon? Or perhaps just naive to the cruelties of the world?

There were many possibilities, and Adrian was merely stronger for it all. Life kept going and she was still here. Clearly, it wasn't all bad. The dark grey and white female kept paddling along in the water with a surprisingly content smile.