Blacktail Deer Plateau This old world is cold and getting colder

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Eilidh had run away, but it didn't last very long. She was tired and hungry and cold, and her fur was strewn with bits of grass and dead leaves and even sticks. She felt awful, like someone had bowled her over and over. Sniffling, the pale girl trekked toward home, feeling the weight of shame and insecurity pull on her heart. The princess wasn't used to being alone, but she had tried. The hunger and the cold were what eventually drove her to return home.

She was climbing up the steep hillside into the plateau territory when she saw a grey figure ahead. Ears flat against her head, Eilidh whined softly and fell to her belly. She had been gone long enough for her family to wonder where she'd gone. She hadn't told anyone where she was going, and even though shame flooded through her at her childish action, she was still quite angry at her father. Her emerald eyes were dull and downcast as she waited for Dante to say something, anything, to his wayward subordinate.