Somehow she had made it back to the mangrove. The previous day had been such a blur. Had it even happened? Had she really collapsed under the pressure that was her mental pain? The pain of losing almost her entire family and leaving a brother to cling to his pack like it was hanging from a thread? Even with all her friend's reassuring words and comforting nuzzles, she still blamed the fate of her family on herself, just not as much. It was alright when she forgot about it, though when the thoughts crept back, she couldn't help but to be crushed with depression, even anger.
She tried to be strong, however. She always held her head high and walked across the terrain feeling so invincible, like nothing could take her down. Today she was just...confused. Amidst her self-contempt she was flustered with these new emotions buzzing about in her head. On that day in the woods, she had grown closer to her friend. When he had soothed the pain from her troubled soul, promised her his undying protection...it all spiked a new sensation inside of her. Was it love? She didn't know.
She found herself traversing the territory of the mangrove, still feeling a bit weak from the previous day's happenings. She had no exact plan for the day, other than following the course of the summer breezes and seeing where her green paws led her. That was it - just something calming and slow to help her recover.
