Geneva Stockholm did not spend much of her time outside of Phoenix Valley. However, her reasons for staying landlocked within those territories were dwindling. Although her son would still need her guidance, he was an intelligent creature. And he had already ascended the adult ranks. Geneva could not justify creeping around, like a ghost attached to his shadow. If her boy needed her, he would seek her out. It was the best she could do for him now, because it would be a great disservice to him and an insult to her faith in him if she kept at arm's length with him anymore.
The Pundit decided to leave Phoenix Valley without telling anyone. She was not beholden to anyone in those terms. And she would return within her own time. Jefferson would have the borders secured, and upon her return, she would also complete a quick sweep of the territories belonging to their pack. For now, the woman craved some time apart from the place she dearly thought of as home.
Geneva had heard rumors of a new pack, and so Geneva decided to approach them and a learn more about them, if possible. She thought that it would be best to at least learn of their borders, so that she could advise other Phoenix Valley members to steer clear of claimed territory. As she approached, she ran her fingers through her short hair. Her mane had always been short, but at this time it was now falling into her eyes more often than not, a light gray veil of hair that matched the rest of her coat. The petite woman was dressed in a woolen, long sleeved dress. She had finally gotten used to human clothing, relics of time gone past, but she could not bring herself to don leggings, as she felt that they restricted her motions. However, wearing such things also aided in keeping her warm during the winter. Despite the fact that she had been living within a pack for almost two years, Geneva was still unable to fill her thin, fragile frame with any other muscle or body fat to stave off cold. She was not emaciated, but she would always been seen as delicate.
Geneva continued cresting the length of the territory, sharp lime green eyes searching for signs of marking territory. In the distance, she saw a white outline. Cocking her brow, realizing she may have found someone, she continued forward, keeping her distance respectful, until realization dawned on her. "...Nani? Nani!"