Arrow Lake My mind is torn

for @Asterr

Zinnia had heard that her cousin, Asterr, lived somewhere around this territory, with her pack. What was it called? She couldn't remember. She wondered if she remembered her. Zinnia had left Draconid Tribe, but she might regret the decision if her cousin didn't let her in the tribe or pack or whatever it was called. Zinnia hadn't spoken to her in ages, and as Zinnia's favorite cousin, she was sure she would contact her. Maybe there hadn't been time. Maybe Zinnia wasn't on Asterr's list of people to see.

Zinnia didn't know what to do now. She was horribly lost, and some of Draconid's info might be lost with her. Why didn't she tell anyone about it before she left? She sighed, one of the first noises the onyx-black wolf had made in days. She saw that there was no prey around, and wondered how her cousin was doing. She continued wandering, slightly nervous, and telling herself Draconid history.