The breeze whistled softly through the trees, multicolored leaves gently swirling down to the ground in their bright array of golds and reds. Afternoon light filtered through the trees, highlighting rust and shadow swirled fur, the she-cat's white chest and underbelly bright against the warm tones of the forest around her. It was peaceful here, this autumn day, though chilly.

    She walked slowly, breath visible before her face as dark eyes swept over the scenery and a faint sigh escaped her lips. So close, yet so far. She'd tracked the rogues to this general area, but then the trail went cold. She could still remember their faces, the ones who'd taken her children away what felt like years ago. Seasons of searching, and now she was at a dead end. How irritating. Even now, however, Ahava hadn't given up hope. One day, she'd find them, and the rogues who'd caused her so much grief would face her wrath. One day.

    Unbeknownst to her she was closer than ever before to the ones she searched for, and not just her kits. As fate would have it, everything she'd been looking for was just around the corner, and soon her world would be turned upside down. For now, though, she wandered near to League territory. Not so near as to be in danger or recognize the descriptions she'd heard of the place, but close enough that most outsiders avoided the area, leaving her alone with her thoughts for a few moments to consider her next moves.