Rite of Rebirth

"Говорить"

The girl was even less happy now than she had been when Da had taken then from the north. She was lonely, both her parent's gone for reasons she didn't get to be told, Dom had dissapeared and now it was just her, Divo and Olya. While the older woman was nice enough Darya supposed, she wasn't Mama and while the girl was nearly a year old she still very much felt like a pup. Mama had promised to talk about going back home, back to the only place Darya had known as a home and then... well it hadn't happened obviously. Instead Mama and Da had just gone, she felt abandoned, she felt like her wishes had been ignored and it would have been a lie to say she hadn't thought of just setting off on her own to make her way back north, back home.

Instead she had stayed, though her paws itched to travel more and more each day; she didn't want to leave Divo behind... though her sister had a place with Olya that she knew she could never occupy. It felt like she was the odd one out, alone even when she was with them.

That thought had cinched the deal for her, she would be going back home, today! Large and awkward paws carried her forwards, further and further still from the last place they had stopped as a whole family.

A call rang out for them, for all of them and Darya paused mid step, casting a guilty glance back over her shoulder. For a moment the child deliberated, rocking on her paws. With one final glance towards her destination she huffed and turned tail, dragging herself reluctantly back towards the sound of Olya's howl.

She would be the last to arrive, emerging from the undergrowth with her head drooping and eyes downcast. Of all of them she had clearly grown the biggest, she had always been bulky even when young and she had yet to grow fully into her massive paws. All that was forgotten for a moment when she spotted Dom though, and she rushed forwards to bundle her sister in a crushing embrace. She only had a moment to observe the marks on her sister face before she was burying her face into the back of Dom's neck. "Не оставь нас, пожалуйста." She begged softly into her sister's pelt. Her grasp of the common language had grown of course, they had been learning it but in this moment she needed to feel connected to her mother, to her sister, to feel like at least for a moment things hadn't fallen apart.