Nothing holds her back as she escapes the Savanna's new ruler for Salem. Wicca knows where she is going, but chooses not to follow. She may later depending on the new leader and what they had to offer. Wicca was a curious one where her mother was locked on one thing at a time. It had been Bone, the love of her life, and his memory keeping her grounded. Maybe it had been Marrow, too, who was taken some time ago to Atlantis. No, it must have been Zira.

The strong goodness of the mare kept the voice at a whisper. She still talks, but her urges were quiet. Her pull was weak. Now that the mare has dissapeared it was as if her sister woke from the grave. Wytche could feel the physical pull to Salem that now guides her there. Guides her to the Dunes.

The white mare knows exactly who was here. Who her sister was seeking as she pulls her body from the water. Salt hangs to her coat as the mare enters the territory with no hesitation to what may happen next. She could only feel excitement as wicked smile was etched on her lips. A shrill call sounds into the falling darkness as the sun begins to escape for nightfall. They knew he would come for them so they wait, stopping where they were.