Qeya River parks and recreation

It had taken some time but Twix was able to get through her mindless wandering, has had a few meals and plenty of water, and while she doesn’t feel perfect, she simply feels better. Her weight had dropped and she’d noticed a new pudge in her belly in the last day or so since she’d gotten some food in her stomach. Her days are still filled with thoughts of Mars while she occasionally gets a reprieve in short bursts. 

Winter is just around the corner and Twix knows she needs to find a place to settle with easy access to the things she needs but she can’t explain what has pulled her back north. Perhaps where her brother is buried so she can visit or even perhaps the boy of a wolf that has put up with her every time she’s been around him. 

In an attempt to shrug it off, Twix moves along the bank of the river in her new search. She drifts away from the bank once she spots a log on the ground, hallowed out and lengthy. Her tail bristles as she bounces over on all fours before picking herself up nearby and using her hands to touch the outside to test its resistance to a stronger force. Eventually, she makes her way inside and out, giving it a rather detailed attention as she keeps herself distracted.