Dwyn left Tarben on her own accord after hearing about her father’s wrongdoing. While sad that he had killed her brother…she was happy for her father’s actions. It had freed her from a lifestyle she had no interest in living. No independent woman at all would want to live that life that she was raised in. Furthermore, no one would want to affiliate with her, even if she wanted them to. She was now a daughter of a traitor and exile of Tarben, and that outweighed that she was granddaughter to the ruthless, unfathomable brute of a king, Beartooth. The albino lass happily prodded out of Tarben. Ares was no longer her captor. Her grandfather had no say in her life anymore. She was…free.

Once far enough away from Tarben’s border, Dwyn turned around, yelling back to that icy wasteland, a certain glint in her hueless, yet violet eyes. ”F*ck you, Tarben! May I never be in your hellish, despicable landscape and rulership ever again.” When her voice stopped resonating off the trees, she turned her way back around with a small smirk on her face. The lass waved her tail to the side, which caused a breeze to waft through the trees. Surely, if anyone had heard her from Tarben, they certainly would not be able to track her scent now, for she was upwind. Her smile brightened and her tail naturally began to wag. This would be a new life for the lass. She needed it. Badly.

She did not pay much to the path she took, but just walked. Ironically, in a similar direction that her father had taken, however, the lass took a turn when she caught sight of a nice waterfall landscape. Her nares picked up the scent of a male, and several others. Was that a pack? It was not one of strong lineage though. It was…new. Exciting. She began to wag her tail, making her way to the near border. She saw some life flourishing from within – she smelled pups, a few males and a few females. Dwyn smiled softly, before sitting on the edge of the border, gracefully wrapping her tail around her side before she let out a call for someone to greet her at the border. Hopefully, it would be one where she could find more joy, and a life of her own to enjoy.

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