She would not leave her mother or siblings, not after her father had disappeared… not after Warja had chosen a different path… not that she begrudged her sister her choice. She just couldn’t break her mother’s heart any more, even the usually naïve girl could register how important it was for the tiny white woman that her remaining children remain close.
So why was she here? These lands had once been home and she had never felt more comfortable than in Secretua’s old lands, not even the volcano had felt nearly as much like home as the packlands had… She had been relieved to find the gully more or less untouched though the scents of the pack… of her family were beginning to fade. The Prairie? Well that was a different story.
Bile rose up in her throat as the strong pack scent registered in her mind, it wasn’t her father’s scent. No it was one she didn’t know by name though it vaguely tickled at her memory. Her home had been taken. Grey paws shuffled on her side of the border and as reality crashed in on her defeat forced haunches to the ground.
Then came the whine, high pitched and near constant. The girl sat there staring out at a place that had once been her home unable to approach.
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