Upon taking Alexander's advice on how to get to Ichika no Ho-en, Skye hadn't taken the journey for granted - and it shouldn't be, she decided as she finally approached the borders of what she thought was the peaceful pack. She was sitting on Jack, her faithful steed, but even he, in the prime of his life and healthy as can be, was tired out from the long journey. Cercatori d'Arte was situated in the middle of Nova Scotia; most of the packs were easy access to them, but Ichika was so far north and across the mountains that she couldn't help but feeling that it was a bit of a hassle to get tot he friendly pack, although not impossible.
She had found a low, sloping valley in between some of the mountains that she could cross; of course, it didn't stop her from having to take many detours that were slower than cutting straight through, but it was easier on both her and her horse. Finally, the mountains had thinned out, and it was with great relief that she saw the gentle lands of Ichika no Ho-en, and the new and particular scent their pack held.
Sliding off of Jack's side, she howled out - she had heard that Nayru was still the leader, and wanted to see her old friend again, not for the least of which to ask why this sudden change had come to Dahlia de Mai.
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