Her mother's love made it all the harder to speak. How could somebody simply talk about all the places they'd been and for all the reasons they had gone when they knew they had such a mother waiting for them at home? Visenya wondered if the knowledge should have made her feel more or less guilty. How much had her mother fretted? How many nights had she stayed awake, wondering if her children were all well? Visenya had spent nights awake thinking of her sisters, her brothers, her mother and father. She had talked to them in the midst of blizzards, had even caught herself calling out for her mother in those first few years. Once, she had slippd and fallen into a river unlike any she had seen before, with rocks and tangled roots rising from white rapids, and she'd called out for Daenerys more than once between breaths of water. Only when she had dragged herself out and dried did it sink in: she had been the one to decide. She'd chosen to leave, so how dare she call upon her family to save her from those consequences.

At least, she thought, if Daenerys had been angry about it, she might have been able to understand, and to alleviate her own guilt. Instead, she'd walked right back into her mother's warm embrace with all the knowledge that Daenerys' love had never stopped. All that time, Visenya had been very much alive in her family's hearts. It pained her just as much as it overjoyed her.

She looked into her mother's eyes for some time as she tried to find the right words. It took her a moment, but she realizd it didn't really matter if she had the right words or not.

"I left because I wanted to become stronger. After everything that happened, I felt like I was less Mountain Blood and more like a product of fear. It felt wrong." She paused, but her lips slowly rose to a grin, a small chuckle coming to the forefront of her words. It felt silly to admit that, after all. It had been so long ago, she'd nearly forgotten what her reasons had been. "So, I went north, to where I knew wolves had to be tougher stuff than I was. Eventually, the tundra breaks and becomes a whole different world - forests, plains, even mountains. So like Moladion and yet, completely and utterly not. None of those places felt like home at all!" She couldn't help but frown and shake her head, remembering her dissapointment in that regard. Some part of her had hoped some place would have felt right and that she might have made a name for herself there, but it had never come to fruition.

"It was tough at times, mama. Really tough! But I always felt it in my bones that I'd come back here once I felt strong enough, and I think I feel that now. I want to help you, and Nymeria, and Kalseru, my brothers, everybody." She felt confident in saying that, at least. She said it, and then she moved to embrace her mother again.

"I want to everything from you, too. Will you walk with me? Get these old paws used to the mountains again?" She said with a playful smirk as she pulld away and waved one of her paws towards her mother. She wanted to see the mountain again, to feel the paths, to find out everything she had missed. Had her mother been well? Had Purge and her companions ever come back? Who was still there? Had Nymeria and Kalseru found love?