Blacktail Deer Plateau you said that we can’t go back

Searching for Varinril has become most of her work. She scours the plateau and the surrounding territories. Honestly, anything to keep her occupied, uncertain what to do with herself these days. Each day only proves their friend is missing; maybe she left, maybe someone got her, maybe she’s stuck somewhere… maybe she’s dead. None of these options sit well with her but she doesn’t know what to do about it. When Wildfire went missing, she had a whole pack to look for her—to fight for her—but it’s different now. Difficult. Mallaidh sighs, droops, and starts to question whether or not she’s doing the right thing.
 
Distracted, she notes Max on the wind and she turns her head to see her walking by on auto-pilot. Pale eyes blink and she shakes her head, chuffing loudly to draw her friend out of her stupor.