Road to Recovery

Walk | Talk | Think

It had taken some time but Yin was finally on the road to recovery. Breathing had become less difficult and the coughing less consistent, though that was not to say it had abated altogether. It was still present and occasionally caught her within fits of coughing after a particularly bothersome tickle in her throat. Her chest was still slightly sore from it but that was a small matter and was dealt with easily as she chose to ignore it and press on. The mostly white wolf was still determined to keep going through the sudden sickness that had claimed her, and so far that stubbornness was paying off.

The distance she had traveled had not been easy to accomplish, but she had been rewarded for it with isolation. It was cold and crisp here, quiet save for the occasional gust of wintry northern air, and the lack of identifiable scents assured her that random run ins with strangers would be rare if at all. That was good. Yin had never been one really for taking comfort in the presence of another, except perhaps if that other was her twin. But he had been missing, lost from her for quite some time now, and truth be told she was beginning to lose hope. Maybe he had been too soft for this world after all.

Her unsmiling face was darkened by the look of unwanted contemplation, eyes staring ahead but not quite seeing. She was conflicted. On one hand, she tried to cling to hope, as her brother would. But cruel rationality had always been her strong point and worked against her now. Confused and directionless, Yin continued to wander, as had become her default of late, and let her paws carry her further through the snow and toward the impressive ice structures that grew here.