Would you like some cheese with that whine?

The real question was why she kept coming back here. It was becoming more and more obvious that she wasn’t going to find anything, the scents of the pack had all but faded and wherever her mother and siblings were they weren’t looking for her… at least not here.

That didn’t really seem to stop her though and she plodded numbly through the tall grasses though they were browned and dried from winter they still rose tall enough to more or less hide her from the gaze of others. This of course also obscured her own sight line which made looking for her family seem even more futile.

But perhaps her luck was about to break as she caught movement in front of her. The wolf was large and the colors were familiar. With a slight wagging of her tail the girl pounded through the grass, bursting from the brown stalks to see…

Not her father.

The golden girl stopped, the smile dropping from her face and her tail hanging limply behind her. She stared at the retreating form and a small whine lifted from her lips. Freya plopped onto her haunches in defeat.