Shy Deer Steppes tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

She could not make up her mind whether she wanted to return home or continue to roam.

Madhu had never wanted for roaming. Neither parent had been strict with her about it—hell, her mother had encouraged travel, even. She'd seen a lot already in her few seasons, and she knew she would see more and more as the seasons progressed.

She ought to return to court, to inform her father that Moonspear had received their message.

And yet. . .she lingered.

Madhuri surprised a group of vultures that had gathered around a carcass; their black wings beat furiously as they took to the sky, but she persisted, sniffing around the frozen body—

Bones picked clean.

She was hungry. Perhaps not hungry enough to stoop to carrion. . .but if she was to continue wandering, she needed to find something to eat, and soon.