More hurt that livid, the autumn warden of the mountain walked from the destruction behind with a teetering chip upon her shoulder. Far be it of her to scold the male for wanting to accomplish his own task, but what bristled her fur and hadn’t yet let her find calm was the diligence he took in finding but one of the many that were lost in the snow. The importance of the one called ‘Lham’ was unknown to her. But to allow it to cause such strife was unsettling. She was confused by the reactions of both Tenzin and Raheerah, more so the latter than the former, though she did not know where to begin to express her concerns.
So she left them as thus and turned toward what she knew she could manage, and that was finding stability in a pack otherwise in shambles.
She began again her search for survives, letting her voice ring out so that the lightly buried and trapped might here and reach out. The woman did not perceive herself as a beacon of hope, but perhaps familiarity that her brethren might reach towards to keep themselves alive. Her voice was a note to ring soundly through the trees to let the fallen know they were not and would not be forgotten. |