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Saga was already fucking tired. Strictly speaking, she wasn't much of a traveler, and had never much reason to travel quickly. She'd left Snow Peak with her littermate, Arkyn, once, but they'd been enjoying the sights until the forest fire separated them. She'd traveled a bit with Killian when he first picked her up here in Mythris, but again, they'd never had reason to move swiftly for long periods of time. Not even when Jaxxon led them across these very plains to visit Nyra for the last time in The Spine and she was realizing she was pregnant had she been so bone-tired, but then, she reminded herself, it'd been a straight shot.

Saga had them wandering all along the plains, scouring for any signs of her daughters. Desperately, she thought they had to be here somewhere. Jaxx had led them all down the mountain to the Howff, and they'd just.... wandered off, as kids were want to do. It was no big deal. Except Saga remembered not going anywhere, and waking up miles and miles from her nice warm bed. If her babes were scattered to the four corners of the world, she'd go and she'd find them, but man.....

Wouldn't it have been nice if they were all just... at the Howff?

Her life had never been so easy.

But, one day, after what felt like so, so long of searching, Saga was rewarded with a thread of fresh scent. They'd managed to find traces of Ottilie time and again, but it wasn't consistent, hard to follow. This, this was new. Her daughter had passed by here, and not long ago! OTTILIE! Saga's voice rent the air as clouds drifted lazily across the darkening blue sky. It was yet to be properly sunset yet, but the rusted cast to the edge of the horizon spoke to its slow beginning. Burnt-pink paws carried the silver mother forwards, her tail daring to wag just a little.

Ottilie!

She had to be here.

HAD to be here!

Funny, though, that of all places, it was the very meadow in which Saga remembered folding herself in the long grasses like a hiding fawn when she realized what changes her life would soon take. The last time she was here she was dreading Dulcie's pregnancy, afraid of her own place and her litters future, and it was funny that now all the whelps that'd come from those worries felt like hers all the same. Where Saga thought she'd have hated them all the same as Jaxx's other illegitimate spawn, all she ever saw were the precious little bundles she'd watched grow up from the moment they hit that shared nest she had built; playing in the den she'd littered with toys, resting on pelts brought by their Papa, eating the meals she brought home and never once commenting that it looked broken.
They were her babies. Hers!

And she'd fuckin' find them all!