After years of tracking down that bastard, Zoran. He was finally dead...Anders had got a clean cut and sliced through his neck.

She had finally gotten two things she wanted, Zoran's death and Anders spear finally bloody. But as they sailed back home, ursa couldn't help the feeling of disappointment and emptiness that followed her. All those years, of hurting. Of training. Of the cloud of rage and revenge that followed her everywhere she went...

She was happy of course, but maybe she had expected more of the moment. More feelings of satisfaction but instead it felt like she didn't have a purpose anymore. She didn't like that feeling.

But as they got to the home land she did feel a little better. She did miss talking to you...you were a good friend and basically a second mother to Anders. You understood him when she couldn't, and she hates to admit it but she doesn't understand him a lot of the time. The boy just confused her.

The days went on after she got back. She was glad for the celebration and the feasts but she still felt empty...she felt like she needed something else.

Desperate to ignore the feelings clawing at her heart she did the only thing she knew how to do well, killing things. So she dragged you and Anders to go hunting with her.

And she was not disappointed with the hunt, she got a lot of meat. She was quite pleased with herself and you for that matter. Anders was still being a little sulky after everything that went down... She figured he would get over it soon, he had to.

"Everyone will be pleased."

She said as she glanced at the horse carrying the giant dead elk. She felt a little better now, spending some time alone with her loved ones.