Questions Of The Past

[silthrim]

Vivid silver optics seemed to float in the coat of darkness. A silver paw came forth out of the shadows. A soft crunching sound was made as the paw came in contact with the ground that was littered with dead leaves. The Fae knew that she was in the Balkar Territory. Not somewhere she was supposed to be. But she had questions. She knew her father had been a part of this pack and she had questions. She didn't know much of her father and that is why she came here. Wondering if any of the Varg here could give her some answers. She raised her head, searching for the scent of another Varg. Her dark tail hung limply in the damp air. "So dark..." She muttered. Silthrim's paws moved of their own accord and she soon found herself still surrounded by the bare trees. She decided on waiting. Someone would show up at some point. Most likely. Her senses were on high-alert just incase. She didn't wish to be caught off guard in this area. Let alone anywhere else. Yet again thoughts of her parents filled her head. Now focusing mostly on her father. She didn't think she'd ever step foot in this Area. But now.... she just had to wait. Wait and Wonder.