The floods had all but utterly devastated the lands. Glorall was still livable, but at what cost? The only positive thing to come of all of this was the fact her eczema hadn't flared up quite as much. Less sand had resulted in less irritants. Sometimes, she wondered why she didn't move on from the seaside pack. Eira knew she was welcome in Diveen at any time since the large white wolf had taken over, and there was that one wolf... Noctis... that she had met there. It was a genuine possibility.

However, the brown and white wolf still found her way home. Here is where her mother and father called home; here is where her siblings called home. Most of them anyway. Her tail swayed back and forth absently as she padded along. Eira weaved amidst the trees nearer to the borders of the pack. The world was quiet today. Summer was upon them, and the air around her was surprisingly still. The birds seemed to have settled in the heat of the day; the small creatures hunkered down for for an afternoon siesta. She debated doing the same. Yet, it didn't seem right. So, Eira weaved through the trees.

Each step was through a well worn path, one she made herself on a regular basis. The shade of the trees was always kinder than the shores. Which was strange enough since the woman always ended up itchy and scratchy afterwards. No matter, a good swim was always a good swim. She hadn't done that in awhile. Understandably so, she had absolutely no desire to get swept away. She prayed the waters would eventually recede that they might once more go back to proper day to day life.