melodrama is my middle name

Sore paw pads carried the lithe fae through the lush grass. Vaella's fierce gaze swept across the foreign land with palpable anticipation. Inky lips were parted ever so slightly to allow any scents to fall upon her tongue. Hope flooded through her and would be her fuel to keep on. But, she was horribly aware that a break was going to be needed soon. Every now again, if watching closely, said observer could see the babe flinch every now and again. The source of such turmoil was three shallow yet painful cuts on her back left leg. The wounds were inflicted by a party of Coyotes she encountered the night before but with her constant movement they had yet to scab over. Every time a scab formed she somehow managed to reopen the wound by stretching the limb the wrong way or too long of a stride.

Vaella set her sights on a thick tangle of bushes directly ahead of her. The brush would be a nice reprieved from the sun and her legs were nearly throbbing with exhaustion at his point. Upon reaching the resting spot she plopped down with a grunt and stretched out her limbs with a long groan. Blue eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head as she was overcome with instant relief. As she came back to reality she returned to her scanning of the basin, blue eyes taking in every inch of the landscape that was visible. Idly the babe panted as it was a hot summer day. Every small movement of brush or the fluttering of a birds wings caused her heart to sore with hope but it quickly came crashing down when she realized it was in fact not one of her loved ones. Though, the Velennis femme was as determined as they come. Vaella would find them, she just knew she would.

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