Greatwater Lake the vagrant rover life

Adeline has noticed King’s scent in the area on more than one occasion. He’d been good company when she’d been on the other side of the mountain range but now, uncertain to where she’s even going, she finds comfort in the presence of something consistent. She thinks, more than once, about staying close by when she seems him again. It’s been a while since she’s had proper company. When she finds herself dwelling on loneliness, it only makes the day go slower as she sinks further into heartbreak. She is lucky, thus far, to have not encountered any danger since she broke away from her brethren. She has to tell herself her heart would hurt worse if she’d stayed and watched his other family go on without her.

It is a particularly hard day, unable to shake the weight in her chest. Not even King’s reassuring scent nearby gives her any optimism. Adeline releases a weak, shaky breath as she moves through the clearing. The lake in the distance gives her a goal, smacking her dry lips against one another, only to taste the thickness of King somewhere close. Her green eyes lift, searching for his form, but it is hidden from view. She does not notice the crumpled creature on the bank as it dips down. She can’t help but wonder how long ago he’d been here and if he’d kept on going or tracked back.

Still oblivious, with thirst in mind, she lopes over to the nearest bank for a drink.