The sun had risen only moment prior. Raisa had left her daughter's sleeping side for a short time only, hoping to find something small to eat to tide them over for another day. This wide open space was littered with strange debris but Raisa paid it no mind, trying to focus instead on scents of fur and flesh, sign and scat. If there wasn't a warren here somewhere she would eat her own tail, the landscape was ideal for jack rabbits or prairie dogs at the least. When the wind changed a storm of scent struck her, swirling in her mind and around her paws. She often found her senses acting strangely ever since her 'return,' mixing in strange ways or lying to her mind about what was and what was not. Just as she saw the scent trail blustering about on the ground, she believed she smelled her daughter, her homeland. The ex-Queen shook her head from side to side vigorously, trying to rid herself of the apparition. She could only pray that with time this too would fade. I'm coming she wanted to tell her ghosts. You can stop harassing me, I'm nearly there! Then, as suddenly as the wind had picked up it was gone, and Raisa wondered if it had ever existed in the first place.
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