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She did not remember before, only now, and a few faces and smells, and two very distinct faces. His, the Zenith, that horrible, horrible face, the one her own father had tried to kill in attempt to save the island from that monsters terrorizing of the smaller kingdoms. Aetheria boasted safety, boasted being a sanctuary, but only accepted the strongest that were willing to slaughter their own kin.

Now, after a war that ended months ago when the Zenith disappeared during a patrol, Adel was somewhere she didn't know, didn't understand, where was mother? Where was...anyone?

Her legs stood shaky beneath her frame, small paws sinking into some mud as she stood there for a bit too long.

Mamma? Dove sei?

Her voice came shaky as she slowly walked around, tail flicking slow behind her, eyes flicking around, terrified of this new world but she was determined to figure out where she was. Eyes tracing the cliffs around her, every jagged mountain was a slap in the face of that horrible cult of wolves. Though, a scent dragged along her nose, and she froze dead in place, head turning on a swivel to the mountain that touched the clouds.

Perché è qui...

Briar knew Altair didn't particularly like when she left their territory, the safety of his reach, but she simply wasn't a 24-hour-homebody. Couldn't be tethered to one place so completely, not when all of her life had been spent traveling Mythris at her own free will.
Besides. That cute little mountain next door was just begging to be explored. Maybe there would even be something worth dragging home to show off, eat, or decorate their den. Anything at all. They'd made her life so much brighter, given her a path she'd never known was possible to want, and she wanted to make sure Altair was as happy as she was.

So she kissed him and told him where she was going, that she'd be back in a day or two, and summoned Thorn.

Nothing seemed worth the trouble for a long time.

It wasn't prey. It wasn't a place. It wasn't even some trinket to present before her love.

It could be a gift to parade before him nonetheless though, couldn't it?

She was tall, but slim. Fragile. Shaking, from her skinny little bones to her tiny little pathetic voice. She didn't strike Briar as someone worth being recruited, potential skills be damned. She didn't have time for little beasties that couldn't even pay close enough attention to what was around them.
Not that Briar was fair, hiding in the dim light of the foggy, forested peaks, sticking to shadows.

She could be a fun little pet, Briar thought, grinning to herself. Thorn clung to her nape with his single leg, huddled low, silent. Or, if nothing else, their first sacrifice.
Something.
Anything.
Briar would find her a use, even if it was just to toss her to Cedar for entertainment.

The Deadwood watched the stranger turn her gaze on the mountain, Aetheria's mountain, with curiosity. Whatever words fell from her lips weren't familiar, but the fear was apparent in the girl.

Briar slipped from the shadows behind the girl, tail curling over her haunches, a grin twisting her features. She let her voice boom out suddenly, ringing across the peaks.

What's a frightened little mouse like you doing wandering around these parts?