Blacktail Deer Plateau all the things yet to come are the things that have passed

"mama!" she moves to close the distance between them as quickly as she can, pressing tightly against her mother's chest and planting frantic kisses along her muzzle. "I'm so sorry, so, so sorry." it is all she can offer, just then, terrible guilt at her absence all-consuming, sharper than even her relief at being back here. 

she withdraws, slightly, worried now. "I shouldn't have gone so far." it is what caused the departure of Rosalyn in the first place, and she's gone and vanished a second time. she is a child, stupid and petulant, and as her gaze turns briefly to Anigan she considers the possibility that she might no longer be welcome. it is fleeting, unlikely, but her certainty at coming home is just as quickly extinguished.