She retreated deep into the small patch of forest, hidden herself away among the bare bushes holding snow onto their thin branches and naked trees whose gangly limbs reach to the sky like they were trying to grasp the clouds as she returned home. It wasn't much - it wasn't the warm cave she uses to lay in back in her captive days, it was a dugout hollow she made, not too small, not too large. She could fit into it nice and snug.
It wasn't fancy...
It wasn't particularly comfortable...
But for now, it was Home.
Home is where your heart is and her heart belonged to the Wild.
It wasn't fancy...
It wasn't particularly comfortable...
But for now, it was Home.
Home is where your heart is and her heart belonged to the Wild.
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