Wapun Meadow Glorious goldenrods

Being a little vauge. She should be part of Easthollow now, but the thread has not finished yet.

She didn't know quite what drew her from the borders of Easthollow and towards the meadow in which she'd last seen her father. There was a quiet, budding rage in the hole he'd torn in her heart. She had wanted to believe that he hadn't hurt mama like she had said he had, and that when they all met again that things would be fixed, somehow. But when she'd seem him, she didn't remember him. She knew not his face or his voice, and the idealized father that she'd built in her head shattered as soon as the words had spilled from Xan's mouth. She wondered why she had to look like him, when the other girl that had growled at her got to look like mama.

But she had no intention to act on these feelings. What recourse could a five month old pup get? Truthfully, she didn't know what she wanted, maybe, just to be loved by her family in Easthollow and Bearclaw as fiercely as she was loved by her family in Undersea.

So she ghosted towards the territory, daring only to touch the outskirts of the meadow... that is, of course, until she saw her sister walking around like she owned the place. It reminded her of mama, and now she was a little lonely, but she needed to compose herself so she swallowed thickly and wroofed to announce her presence.