Life is short and the world is wide

Deluge's steps were sure and steady as she moved through the familiar landscape. Named for the doves that made their yearly nesting grounds amidst its lush vegetation, it was a sight to behold, one she hadn't really appreciated in the past.

The lush vegetation enveloped her as she moved through the dense forest, the canopy above filtering the sunlight into a dappled pattern upon the forest floor. Tall trees stood like ancient sentinels, their gnarled roots snaking through the rich soil, while colorful flowers bloomed in abundance, their sweet fragrance mingling with the earthy scent of the forest. Autumn, and then winter would be on their way, and the Island would become a quieter place for it. She knew she should enjoy it while it lasted.

Her mother's trails were just as imposing here as they were on the Isle and her muzzle wrinkled, her chest constricting. Would she never get away?

“Speech”