Whitebark Stream Open heart

Not that Wildfire remembered her dream—not even a wisp of it remained in her head—but she was faring much better in the hunting department than it might have suggested. She managed to kill two rabbits early this morning. She ate them both, then felt impossibly overstuffed afterward. This bodes well, the yearling thought wryly, though it was true. It was a good thing she had spent so much time training as a trapper. It would probably save her life, now that she was on her own.

Slowed down by her overly full belly, Wildfire wandered farther north. She traveled in silence, huffing a sigh every now and then as her new reality washed over her for the hundredth time. She reminded herself that this was a prime opportunity to travel and see more of the world. It was just tough to see the bright side, when part of her broken heart was still scattered among the nooks, crannies and wolves of Moonspear, especially Floki.

She drifted west and found herself at the edge of a glistering brook. She paused at a bend and thought about taking a drink, yet she didn't think she could fit anything else in her stomach. Grimacing slightly, the young she-wolf slowly sat on her haunches and took a moment to study her surroundings. The stream itself wound away into the distance in either direction, its banks peppered with aspens and birches. Aside from its muted burbling, it was very quiet here. Between that and her full stomach, Wildfire began to feel sleepy.

The April wind shifted suddenly and the Redhawk became more alert as the scent of wolves blustered into her nose. @Saena? she thought immediately. Had she incidentally wandered into her half-sister's neighborhood? I am in the north, she realized, slowly gathering herself to her feet and beginning to wade across a shallow part of the brook.