Three weeks later...
Flik gave a growl, one of both hope and frustration. They had finally reached Asaya where Philippa's trail led, thanks to both Myth and Mako. He had almost lost their trail several times due to snow storms and wind, however, he always managed to find it again.
Now, in Asaya, he could travel faster, gain on them and hopefully figure out what was wrong.
Bardulf had fought harder in the mountains than the last time he travelled for his wife. Alone, having left the rest of his pack home in case Philippa returned, he had made it to Asaya a week ago, having been waiting for his wife to appear. But now, he caught a scent and followed it.
Philippa gazed at the castle she used to call home in both dread and relief. She knew Jacqueline wasn't here. There was only one place she could be. But she had to come and take one last look at the place she grew up in, where she found a friend, where she found enemies, where she thought she had found love...
