She had just gone to get some space, some room from everyone. The conversation with Song was not how she had planned for it to go. They were too much alike, thus clashing all the time. She had left in silence when all were sleeping, running to where she knew not. She just ran. It had to have been dawn when she slowed down. The anger that had fueled her was empty. She stood there bewildered as to where she was. How far had she ran? Was she even still in Ala? That's when the earth began to rumble. Everything shook, the ground gave way under her. She had tried to out run the gaping hole but her paws could not reach ground that held intact. She fell into the open jaws of the earth. She could not remember how long she had stayed in the darkness. She couldn't move, one leg broken and a back leg sprained. But images of her family, her little pups, her love called to her. She fought and fought till the last rays of the sun shone upon her has she dragged her broken body out.
She was lost, her sense of direction gone as she had lived those few days down in the hole. She tried and tried to move, to find her way home. But oh the pain was unbearable! Not even Atlas was around to guide her. She felt so alone, her head still pounding from the crash. It hurt to focus, to try and do anything. But the fire of needed her pups, Gitan burned her. Her skin felt like it would melt right off. In truth she must have had a fever. In a state of pain, shock, dehydration she stumbled, crawled to home. In the days that had passed she was able to use three legs properly, her left forelimb held up close to her chest.
Night was almost upon Ludi when her paws finally crossed the border. She was no longer thinking, her body lurking in a desperate need to get to her pups. Her eyes blazed in a mix of delirium and the hungry need to reunite with her children. Nothing would stop her, not matter what she would return to them. As she approached the den her breathing was labored, head lowered. At first the sight of Gitan was unfamiliar to her. All she knew was that her pups were in that den, at least she hoped so. A snarl let loose from deep in her chest. She must have look deranged. Her fur filthy with earth and dried blood, eyes crazed, hackles raised. She was a mother ready to take down anything that blocked her from her babies even if she had only three legs to stand on. She wasn't seeing clearly, yet she made no move yet.
"Speech"
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