Cer sighed and stood up. Her wounds hadnt been treated but she didnt care anymore. She wasnt part of a pack, and apparently never was. She walked towards the forest with her head hung low. For some reason she felt almost as much sorrow as when her sister died. "I guess this is my life now, Athena." she murmured. "Mother wouldve loved to see us live such wonderful lives. But i only make a mess of things. I always have." she went along the path, talking to the spirit of the white wolf whom she couldnt protect.