The first thing Raisa made note of was the apparent lack of Persephone's scent altogether and Arvid's faded one as she approached the borders. What was happening to the leaders around here?! Sure, she hadn't been to see anyone since the tourney and its resulting party, and that was... most of the year ago, now, she supposed with surprise. It had been about a year now since she first came to the mountain to secure an alliance, spent two weeks here in helping care for and assist the northerners. Two weeks, she'd spent here! She had spent time scouring the tundra's reaches, bringing back prey to fill the bellies of the grieving, she'd been present at the meeting in which Ragnar was pronounced found.
When did she lose that spark to carry the world upon her shoulders?
As the Monarch properly approached the borders, bewilderment plain on her features, she realized a great number of the members which once padded Northfall were no longer. There were many new smells, but just enough that tickled her memory to not make her believe it was another pack altogether. She tipped her head back and howled for... well, anyone, ideally whoever was in charge.













