Larksong Grotto Lorry was a mouse in a big brown house

@Kaskara

It was almost a month ago that Saena left the plateau behind, and she hadn't looked back since. The wilds were too beautiful and compelling for her to feel homesick, and she didn't regret a thing. Sure, at times she missed Blue Willow or Pura, but it was usually fleeting. Her bad memories were greater than her good ones. Leaving was the best thing she could've done for herself, a fact she confirmed every time she stood atop the ridge and looked out over the wilds beyond.

Her followers were few right now, but it wasn't something Saena dwelled on. Instead of thinking about it too much, the young female was active. Presently, she stooped over a hole dug out on the ridge's northern base. She parted her jaws, dropping a hare minus one leg into the darkness, and immediately turned to fling dirt over it. As she finished up, her eyes wandered to the tall mountain on the horizon, and as soon as she was satisfied with her work, she began trotting north.

She didn't dare get near the pack territory she'd smelled on her first day this far north, but lingered in the grassland that stretched between the ridge and the peak. For a while, she merely stared up at the tall peak, its top far above the ridge's own, and wondered what they might do if ever they discovered her claiming land mere miles from their base. Then, as if it didn't matter at all, she sat down, lifted a hind leg, and began to groom her thigh, heedless of her surroundings for a brief moment.