Just Give Me A Reason [Segar]

She had vanished from Seracia, her home, Segar had not claimed her that night, seemingly content to be chosen over Octavian. This had greatly confused her, was she not good enough? Had she been a consolation prize and nothing more? A trophy to mount upon the wall like some misbegotten trinket? She knew not. Segar had taken her back to his den but then...had vanished, to where or to what she knew not. She had waited, faithfully for a few days, patiently sitting aside the ocean, breathing in the scent of salt but left to her own devices her voices grew in number and in strength and pretty soon she was gone, gliding through trees like a runaway freight train, until she had come back to her senses, lost amongst the desert.

She traced the cracks of a deep trench, the bottom of which lay several hundred feet below. She glided along its edges, almost daring it to swallow her whole. Silver hued eye gazed about this dismal place, she knew she needed to return to Seracia, she had been gone... well she wasn't sure how long she had been gone, but the pack was still too small in numbers, they needed even a broken spirit like her. Her lithe bodice collapsed, sending a cloud of dust up into the air. What was this empty, hollow feeling? She never felt this way, not with the voices. Her mouth was dry and she was a touch thinner. She needed nutrition, she needed water. She needed to get back home.

Her eyes fluttered close and her chest fell into a smooth, steady rhythm of gentle inhales, an easy sleep.