The woman was sure her family was long dead. Burried off in god knows where. She was alone without Zjarr or her family and she took in that weird maned wolf. She had to do something with her free time and Jack was the next best thing to what she had before. A friend to have by her side, except for when she needed her me time. Like now. She wanted to be alone and left him in their home to do whatever it is he did without her.

Frankly, she knew he was fine on his own. Just like she was fine on her own. Perhaps that was why they worked out so well together? The woman respected his needs and he respected hers. Sighing, she made her way across the boarder of the Frostguard. Heading back to her tree on the hill near where Zjarr once was. Using her icy wings to flutter up onto the branch and rest. Eyes shut as she thought of her family and where they all were.

Wondering how long it would be before she ever met them again. If she would ever see them again. Her eyes stinging with the thought of them dead and her never knowing. How could she know? They were never together. They grew up and split up. They never stuck together, as what leopards did? They all had their own path to follow and hers left her alone for far to long. She wished she knew what became of them all.

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