Back From the Dead

All welcome but tagging @FitzDutiful @Mason @June

Her mind was fuzzy as the tri-colored stumbled back towards the borders of her home. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the blood that had dried there. How long had her babies been without her? She couldn't even remember. All she did remember was going off to sheepeater cliff one day, thinking she would get the pups something new and exciting to eat. But the next thing she knew, the cliffs were high above her, an awful gash in her head and the wind starting to blow widely.

She had hid in the mountains, disoriented and terrified for her family. As soon as the crazy wind had stopped she had started back towards Silvertip, only to find that she had ventured even further away.

But now, she was so close to home, to her babies. And to Fitz, oh how she missed him. She didn't even consider the possibility he was mad at her.

Finally the scent of the borders reached her nose and she nearly collapsed in exhaustion. She hadn't eaten for a week or so and her fur clung to her ribs. The only thing about her that looked alive were her eyes. They glowed with hope and happiness as she lifted her head, calling her babies and her mate. When the howl ended, she lay down on the ground and closed her eyes. She was finally home.