Alpine Lake the crownless again shall be queen

She’d been foolish to think she could convince her brother to go with her this early in the game. Hasty, nervous, mistakes made that she typically wouldn’t but the lack of back up in the face of the other, even with the famine they’ve stumbled upon. One thing to go wrong and the scar on her neck would be met with familiar teeth and, this time, with no one to pull him away. Why she hadn’t chosen to bring someone along with her left her at an impasse, still in the territories surrounding ones he frequented, but no more prepared than she’d been the day he stumbled upon her.

Keeping her tracks mostly hidden, erased from view once made, she hovers by the lake to keep her scent clean. She’ll do something each day to try and alter it, whether but something dead or newly budding berries or, today, mud. If only an attempt to keep her brother from finding her, or anyone else, she slips back out of the lake soaked all the way to the skin. It isn’t the ocean, the sandy muck she’s used to, but it’ll do and will be enough to keep her tucked away while she begins her own plans to try and lure him back home. Ksenia shakes out her fur, turned brown from the muddy bank, and she glances around to find an empty landscape ahead while she remains tucked back into a curve of mountain where it meets the lake.