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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..."

She was growing more and more restless as time went on. Things were moving slowly in Moladian, it would seem, and she was never good with patience. She was good at acting like it sometimes but this was not one of those times. She'd already cleaned up the pack lands to the best of her abilties and the rain had washed out the rest of it and then she'd started re-organizing, even bringing in plants from the free lands to brighten things up a bit. Sure, the moors were meant to be muggy and swampish and foggy but that didn't mean that flowers and other foliage couldn't grow here. She'd seen it with her own eyes before. There used to be shrub bushes full of flowers that bloomed in the spring and even trees that had flower petals that fell from them every fall right before the first freeze came in and took all the color from the land for a few months. They were coming into those months now and maybe she was a little late to the game but that wouldn't stop her from trying. She brought in baby shrubs and clipping from bushes and planted them around Iromar's borders. Then she continued to watch them, hoping some would take up the richness of the soil here and thrive.

If not, she would just keep trying. She didn't come all this way and challenge for a pack just to let it die. The former alpha did enough killing for everyone. Now it was her time to bring a little life back into the moors. She had members and their numbers were slowly but surely growing and yet activity wasn't where she wanted it. She was starting to reach out, get to know some of the members and what ghosts haunted them but were they reaching out to each other? No one had come forward for ranks just yet but Arkane. She knew she should be patient, that things like this take time, but dammit, she wanted some action. So she went on border patrol....again. She did it at least five times a day for lack of anything better to do. And that's when she came across a scent she knew but hadn't gotten the chance to reach out to like the others yet. She recalled the female who said she used to live here and asked for a chance as a warrior. Avery looked forward to seeing what she could do, since she was young and in her prime.

But she sensed something darker behind the female's eyes, some deep rooted sadness that had to do with this place. She didn't understand it, but maybe in time, she would. She changed her track and followed around the scent, finding the source at a rundown den. It didn't look like it had been used in years and yet a great veil of sadness hung around the female near its entrance. Not wanting to intrude on something so private, Avery hung back for a little while until the female looked less distant, and only then did she step forward and clear her throat to make herself known. She didn't want the female thinking she was sneaking up on her or something. Her ears flicked back in sympathy as her tail gave a gentle wag and she offered a soft smile to the female, her eyes very much those of a mother in these moments. "I don't think we've officially met. I'm Avery. Need help remodeling?" She didn't want to ask the obvious "Do you know this place" cause it was definitely obvious that the female did.

Maybe she only came to revisit memories and then she planned on leaving to find her own den but maybe she wanted to revisit them more and call this place home again. If that's what she wanted, Avery would be more than happy to lend a paw to make that happen.