For the first time in a long time, Holly had left pack lands. She didn't have any particular destination in mind, but if she was going to be alone she might as well really be alone. Sharp yellow gaze stared at the ground as she walked across the bifrost, and she kept walking until eventually, she was surrounded by huge trees. This place was...quiet. Save for the birds that hid in the trees, the cicadas hiding in the foliage, and frogs somewhere nearby, this place was otherwise quiet.
She walked forward as she looked at lightning struck trees, some still charred and standing while others were toppled over or leaning against one another. Eventually, she would find one charred trunk leaning heavily against another fallen tree, and here she would slip beneath them and lie down. She was angry. Miserable. Lonely. She didn't feel bad about the way she talked to her brothers when they had come to visit. And at this point, she didn't really care about going back. It's not like anyone would miss her...or so she thought so anyway.
"Too bad we almost made it."
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