When Will I See You Again?

A flood of worry would have put the fae under the bearing weight of stress, even enough to cause her a bit of depression. It had worried her sick, her heart squeezing with the pain of worryment. But, she could not find a source to her depression. It certainly wasn't the first time, but it put her on such an edge. The name Dayton popped in her head and she got a hazy memory of a small russet male. And, that was it. There seemed nothing else to be associated with that name.

The small fae would pull herself up from her comfortable lying position, shaking her russet brown and red fur once she stood up. Her nose vaguely caught the scent of approaching wolves, and she was most definitely not in the best state to confront any from her nap. So off she took off, beginning to pad northern to an unknown area.