Saga Destruction, quite strangely for the child, had wandered a good distance from the borders of Ludicael. She was not far -- she knew she could make her way back home in but a few hours -- but it was still a strange thing for her to be so far. The atmosphere at home had grown strange and uncomfortable for her. Descant had passed away, which was not a surprise to anyone, but it still had been difficult to cope with. He had never grown strong like the rest of his litter-mates, even compared to Saga, who was still a dainty thing, hardly more than twenty inches tall now.
She had not cried for him, but she mourned silently still. Never had she been known for showing much emotion if any, but she felt pain in her heart that she could not outwardly express. She would grow more silent than usual, easily frustrated and more apt to spend time away from her family. Her mother was dreadful to be around, and for once she preferred to spend time away from her. Grief was not something she was accustomed to, and she had decided it was not something she ever wanted to experience again.
The child's restless paws would bring her further west, away from everything familiar and into the unknown. The flat land that she was familiar with would grow rocky and unstable as mountains seemed to sprout from nothing in the distance, and her attention was captured by the massive peaks. Slowly she would make her way to the base of one, intrigued by the treacherous path, suddenly feeling a desire for adventure that she never had felt before. It was easy enough to accompany her siblings when they chose to leave him, for fear of being left alone, but it was much more difficult to work up the will to go somewhere unfamiliar on her own.
Minutes slowly churned by, and hours seemed to pass before she caught the scent of another creature on the wind. Slowly she lifted her head to search for the stranger in the distance. Even from a great length away, she could tell that the child was not much younger than her, perhaps a season or so at best. Brows would furrow as she gazed at her, green stare empty and calculating, wondering if she ought to approach or ignore her entirely.
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