It had been a while. She had closed this chapter of her life and tried to find something new. In the end, she was tired... Tired of being the glorified guard or hunter. Tired of serving and being left to fend for herself. Tired of being that fifth wheel that few noticed.

In the end, she broke the bonds. Bonds neglected and weakened. She claimed kinship and was forgotten. Time for the Pard to return...

She had carefully chosen a large sprawling log cabin design. With three floors and several outlaying buildings, there was room for everyone and everything. The first floor of the house was developed to the common rooms and living areas. There was a double parlor that served as as a living room and a rec room. There was a large kitchen area with room for several people to work without bumping into each other. Her office was also on this floor with her knick-knacks and other memories. There was also spare guests rooms for the times when guests decided to stay overnight.

The second floor was devoted to the main sleeping areas. Each member of the pard had their own room, though there was one large bedroom for those members that enjoyed nestling in a big kitty pile. On the third floor was private rooms for Mihaela and her enforcers.

Two of the outlaying buildings were given over to workshops for any that wished to indulage. Each building had a spare room when either work was the calling.

Security measures had been maintained by the Healing Adept and her son. The Physical measures she would maintain. She just wanted a haven where she could be at peace...

And maybe, just maybe people that would give a damn about her.