The weather was beginning to chill, the air just a bit colder with the passing days. The light was beginning to dim just a bit earlier every day. Geneva felt autumn coming upon her. It was hard to imagine that almost a year ago, she had found herself at this very border. So much had changed, but she treasured each experience. Even those experiences which had kept her awake for countless nights were treasures for her. She would not change them, not for all the love in the world.
The Savant, in lupus form, tread the invisible dividing line of the pack territory. She relied heavily on her memory of these borderlands to aid her in finding her destination. Lime green eyes flashed to different places she remembered. In the distance, she knew that she find places that would spark her memory. She came to a point where she was certain she was standing on the outskirts, and then raised her voice to let others know she was here. She had news.