Hathor, who'd laid down to wait by the river, rose respectfully when a young, black and white she-wolf approached, her head wreathed in beautiful pink roses. "I am seeking a place to start over," the melanistic wolf replied, black eyes sorrowful. One of her pups had been black with a white blanket, much like the princess in front of her. Her heart felt like it was going to break again, seeing what could have been.

"I will join you," she said, approaching the flora princess. Despite the sorrow and angst the clung to her like a fur cloak, she still radiated calm and peace. "I am Hathor. Please, lead the way."