Back in the highlands for a moment. Mir needs to head back to collect a few things from the Brim, and say goodbye to the territory itself. She's been gone for so long, and she no longer has a desire to live in Elysium's shadow.

For a moment, she thinks of cycling up to the spine. She hadn't spent much time in the presence of the great Queen of Hildibrandr, but it feels appropriate to stop by and pay tribute, as well as inform the Queen that the lands were no longer being claimed. She'd never intended to bar the pack from the Brim-- she didn't have the numbers for that-- but letting them know she wouldn't be staying felt appropriate.

She decides to collect tribute. The crumbling ruins of Eastborne happen to have plenty of wildflowers, and she knows a few of these could induce sleepiness if eaten. Not only pretty, but a useful tribute. Mir pours over each blossom, trying to find the perfect ones to pluck. But, she realizes as the scent of another wolf carries on the wind, she's not alone.

Glancing up, she catches sight of the white wolf easily. But this is hardly the warrior's build of Nyra.

"Hello," she offers.