The siblings were grown now, all going their own different ways, but some things stayed the same. Viola remained. And waited.

And waited.

And still, her father never came home.

So be it, the she-wolf said to herself. If Mama or 'Koni or Raj or Vira wanted to set out on some fool's errand to look for him, fine- but Viola was staying right here, and she wasn't going to hold her breath.

Here, alone in the darkest deepest forests of Chandor... she had herself, and that was all that she needed.