Stone Circle Back again...

@Steady

It'd been months since any familiar scent from Silvertip ventured near her nose - especially with it's handicap. She trailed across the edge of Easthollos territory, unknowingly crossing the lines, her nose being too weak to smell any sign of a pack yet. She felt completely hopeless, her brother was officially lost in her mind, and she now, with a glimmer of aspiration that her old home, which she abandoned twice, was still there. Although a gut feeling told her it wasn't. The dread of her first winter completely alone had drained whatever energy she could possibly have left. 

Trudging aimlessly across the snow, head low, eyes struggling to stay open. Her fur was matted and damp, finally she stopped and sat. Staring down at the ground, she knew there was nothing else logical to do besides continue moving, but her muscles ached and her stomach growled. Mara slowly took each stinging breath, in attempt of rest.