Along her travels Soraka had stopped to heal a bird with a broken wing. As the lovely songbird flew off, a hawk dove down and snatched from the air before her to eat it. Soraka's stomach turned at the sight, but she would continue to heal the weak and wounded in the world, this was only a minor setback.
As the lush gardens of the Institute gave way to the untamed mountains and forests surrounding it Soraka had to wonder if this was the right decision. Taking a steep, winding road in to the dusty red mountains she decided it was for the better. Trotting along to her new life, Soraka could only see things getting better from here.