fixing a little mistake

Rags floated leisurely back towards Lirim's homeland, taking her time. The eruption had been hard on her - more so physically than mentally. The constant moving between places and out of harm's way had her stiffer than usual. She walked with the typical hitch to her gate far more pronounced than usual. Ash still rained from the sky and cast its bleakness across the land. Things had to get better soon, right? Rags had never experienced anything like this in her life - tremors, sure, but this took the cake. There was no telling when the after effects of the eruption would cease.

Sighing, she put her nose to the ground and tried to sniff out any other lingering pack members. They'd trickle back eventually she hoped. It would be cruel to finally find a home and have it ripped away so soon.