Months had crept by as she watched herself slowly become drawn to the area, like a moth to a flame. She had lost herself in the wilderness, lost herself to it. The whispers came in hushed tones at first, then grew louder and louder until she had come to realise that what the creature calling to her was saying was correct.
She was in danger of the mortals, they wanted her dead that is why they sent her here in the first place. She clutched her swords tightly and murdered any passer by that was foolish enough to wander into her neck of the Grizzly Hills, her new residence. Anything that was unfamiliar was a threat and she disposed of it accordingly.