misadventures

The celestial giant had made her way to the mainland, taking with her an abundant worry that seemed to permeate the air around her. Her plush banner flicked to and fro almost constantly, every muscle tense and knotted with anxiety. What if her brother was dead? There'd been no sign of him so far, not one little tendril of his scent on the breeze. Her immense paws splashed carelessly through the trickling streams that were leading to the ocean. She'd cleaned up on the shore, and now she looked presentable, decent. Crown low between her shoulders, she paced in the general direction of the central continent, wondering where the hell she was going to find her brother. Long limbs took even, if hurried, strides as she pondered recent events. Why now, of all times, did this have to happen to them? It was unfair to a degree that was far beyond measure, that this curse should lay itself upon the galactic darling.

Kicking a stone that happened to be in her way, she let out a low growl. The tiny stone bounced away, a trail of tiny splashes in it's wake, before disappearing into the main river that lead into the sea. "Mitra, možete idiotski drvo liženje, kade što, po ǵavolite si ti?" She growled, the sound of her vocals still strained and hoarse after what was no doubt a very long time spent choking on sea water. Her intricately decorated limbs moved through the terrain with little problem, despite how sore she was from the abuse of her trip. It was the least of her worries at the moment, she was utterly focused on finding her brother. A very loud, demanding roar from her gut demanded she find something to eat. The closest food would be coming from the sea, but there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she would not be eating something from there for some time to come.

With a small sigh, she picked up her pace and headed for the cover of the trees just across the delta. Surely there would be prey there, right? Her body picked up the familiar rhythm easily, trotting casually onward. The stench of the sea was masking many of the scents she should have normally been able to pick up, and her nostrils were positively raw from inhaling, and immediately coughing up, half of the ocean. Despite it all, she made it into the treeline, and started seeking out her next meal. She picked up next to nothing, each breath leaving her lungs raw as she inhaled desperately.

The cosmic titan all but tripped over the first thing she found, a small squirrel, fattening itself on the ripe bounty of summer. It skittered up the nearest tree before she even had a hope of catching it. "Vie ste patetični, znaete li deka?" She grumbled internally, before continuing on her way. Despite her complete silence, she couldn't catch anything for the life of her. The she wolf's gut began to grumble in earnest now, which no doubt scared away anything she might have hoped to catch.

Attempts to hunt filled the afternoon, until she finally collapsed in the middle of the forest as she sun began to set. A quiet whine escaped her, illustrating how miserable she was. Her amethyst gaze dropped to the floor, massive crown rested on her forelimbs as she accepted defeat. Was she going to die here, not knowing where her brother was? If her body didn't right itself soon, the answer was yes.