Ashes to ashes

Father was dead, and Cyclone wasn't sure where to find her ailing mother and her sister. She had left the clan to find Thora though. She deserved to know what had happened. Deserved to know that Father had fallen into some sort of rut after mother had left with Thora and that he had been destroyed by just loving their mother too much. It was a mess. She had left their sister with the clan sure she could talk Thora into coming home.

She padded into the tall grasses here, on the move to a more northern area. She was certain Thora and Storm would be where father had once described as their home. A place with fruit bearing trees and vineyards as far as one could see. He always described these lands as beautiful but here she was and she found herself sorely disapointed. Her eyes looked over the land with much scrutiny. It was too much dying grasses to even be considered pretty. Maybe in the spring and summer this land would be pretty. She let out a low howl as she moved along, a call to her mother and Thora, if they could hear her, to see if they may be close enough yet. Father spoke of a pack their mother had wanted to take them too but she wasn't about to check there first.