Go The Distance

The girl walks quietly from the forest and behind the crowd. Her eyes large, her mind somewhat at a daze as she follows that unfamiliar call. It has been many days since she saw either of her parents. The den she chose to share with her father had been vacant. While Deteste's absence was not alarming to her independent siblings, Circe was taken aback when she found the den that she choose to share with her father empty. Night after night the great darkness of it swallowed her into restless sleep. The face of the moon had changed in the absence. She had no clear understanding of how long she had last seen Deteste.




Her heart fluttered with anticipation, with the minute hope that her father would be among the gathering. But his scent was beginning to fade. Before her sat the antithesis of her father. A woman, white as snow. A haze would cloud her vision then, she would stand before the proclaimed new leader, one small paw lifted to her chest. Slowly she would turn, desperately attempting to disengage herself from the situation considering that it may be a dangerous one if her family had been ursurped. It was then that Callisto's scent would hit her. Some remnant of hope guided her small body, somewhat thin now without her parent's support, away from the stranger and towards Callisto though the distance between the girls could not be greater. So much as Circe tried to clear the rift between them.
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