Like a Moth to Flame

She had returned to the lands in search of her brother. Her mother, she knew, must've passed by now. She would be lucky to still be alive, she was sure. Last she had seen her mother, the old woman had been sick and frail and had settled in a pack somewhere around here, but she was unable to find it. The small girl made her way around Auster, irritated that the lands were choked by packs. It made travel a little difficult, and skirting around their borders was a nuisance to her at best. She swore she had found Ravage's scent here and there, but it had been so long since she'd seen him, she couldn't be sure.

With night falling, she needed to find a place to sleep for the night. The river that ran beside her was the only sound that had been her constant companion for the better part of the day, and she decided it was best to find rest beside it. She wasn't keen on seeking out a den that might hide potential dangers, so instead, she opted to lie down in the open beside the waters. Not too close, but a respectable distance. Amber gaze searched the stars, almost as if she were looking for a sign of where to go next, but of course, they were silent as always.