If We Fall, Can We Get Up Again?

The femme was feeling better, at least in terms of her illness… but at the same time she was feeling worse. Something had happened to Fiori in her absence with Alfred… and upon their arrival the two had split up to start searching for anyone who might be left. She was worried… was her sister still around? Was Leo? What had happened? What had become of Heather? It seemed odd that she’d just… leave the pack. Had they been attacked? Forced to leave? A jumble of questions had formed in her mind… and none of them were too good.

She came to a stop in the middle of the territory, a whine falling from her lips. Why? She asked herself. She hadn’t been able to catch a single fresh scent so far… and that nagged at her. What if everyone had already moved on? The femme shuddered a little, looking down to her paws. Surely that couldn’t be.  Her heart gave a pang in her chest… and for the first time in a very long time Carletta felt a deep loneliness within.