It can't be perfect again

It was ironically amusing, almost in a cold, cruel way. She had always thought she was the one to blame for throwing her family into this turmoil. Acting like such a jerk to begin with, abandoning her pack and family...no wonder they had run off with not a trace in sight. She could have stayed and nursed her mother back to full health - as impossible as that would have been. She could have been for them, but had she? No, and now she suffered the consequences for such careless actions. Everyone seemed to blame themselves for the events that had unfolded. Her brother...sister - who was the culprit? Was there even someone to blame?

To be honest, sometimes she came across her sister's or mother's scent during her wanders. It wasn't until she investigated them further that she discovered the scent to be coming from a patch of herbs; a trick her mind played on her. When her nose picked up her sister's scent again, she paid it no mind. She disregarded it ever so effortlessly; no thought whatsoever. Just another clump of flowers, she thought bitterly to herself. As she continued to trek, a small, brown form registered in the corner of her vision. She almost missed the figure, for it blended in well with the monochromatic shades of green. Green paws halted, eyes narrowed as she examined the canine from afar. Great, first her ears and now her eyes. "Kait...? Is that you?" Her voice was only a bare whisper, and it was unlikely the chestnut girl would pick up her soft words. But maybe, just maybe.