Dae-rí trotted alongside her mate peaceably, enjoying the simple sun on her fur and the light breeze ruffling her mane as the Company traveled circuitously around the grim Marshes of Gedhrír, continuing the vague pull northwards. The last sense of direction the young Omega had was leading ever north, towards the Great Forest, and the Dehírdrän Mountains beyond their leafy canopy. The way felt familiar in a way she couldn't explain to Rennon, not adequately at any rate. It simply felt known to her, as if she had traveled this path before, though not once in her life had he paws led her this far west.