Once again, Rhea saw as Nightingale went under a silence. She witnessed no new wolves wander through in a while. Rhea knew for sure she could not run a pack herself, especially since her memory had not come back fully. At this point, Rhea had little faith in full recovery of her lost memories…the only thing that came back was her healing skills, which frankly, the pure snowy lass was unable to practice as of late. She was careful, not injuring herself, but she also had no one to work on. She sighed, walking out of the den she had created many months ago at this point in these now almost barren lands.

She was taking a nap when she overheard some wolves talking about creating a pack here. Her white audit perked, flicking occasionally. It was a meeting. Rather than intruding, Rhea stayed put in her den, as she did not want to appear as if she had been calling these lands home. Surely her scent had now intermingled with the lands of Nightingale. As the meeting came to a close, Rhea slowly opened her eyes, revealing a beautiful set of brown eyes flecked with gold and green. She stood up shortly after, stretching her pure snowy body before leaving her den.

It was only logical that Rhea would greet the new alpha or alphess, she had a hunch that it was the latter, at the den that prior leaders typically chose. It was near the center of the lands and was large enough in size to hold a royal family. Encased in stone and above ground, it was surely the best of living around here, considering many dens were located under the trees of Nightingale, their roots shaping the inside. Upon arriving to that den, Rhea sat just outside of it, waiting for the new alphess to wander by.

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