Stone Circle No place like home

Adeline dragged herself across the frozen tundra until the strong scents of Easthollow filled her nostrils. It was a sight for sore eyes, the home she had so stupidly left. She thought she needed to find herself, that she was somehow lost because she hadn't seen the world. Well, she had certainly seen the worst of it—it couldn't be worse, could it?

Her body was not as she had left. It was frail, thin, and her bones jutted out at angles that weren't supposed to be seen. She was so hungry, and yet eating was so difficult. Walking was even harder, but she was much too stubborn to die. She had to get home. And, here she was. 

She plopped down on the borders, sucking in the scents that surrounded her. Steady, of course, and Valette and Grayday's scents were strong, too. There were a few others she didn't know, too. She sighed as relief flooded through her, and she simply laid in a heap in the snow. It couldn't be long before someone happened upon her, right?