Bramblepoint Bird of may, sitting by the bay

She padded through the forest, the comforting feeling of a light dusting of snow beneath her paws.  It was midnoon and her legs had started to ache, but still she pressed on for what would lie at the end of her trek.  She wondered if she would remember Silvertip when she went back there, if she would really get a sense of deja vu.

She found that she really missed the Fen.  She missed it's familiar landscape, the swimming, the fishing, her pack, her family.  A part of her really wanted to just turn back now and go home.  Yet she couldn't let herself do that now, not when she felt she was so close to closing the story of another chapter of her life.