Blacktail Deer Plateau seven billion and him.

@Kieran Adrien

If you had asked Moonstone a year ago where she planned to be when she grew up, she might have said something like, In momma's den! or, With Bubba and Boo! Almost a year had passed since she'd last laid down in that den, and it had been months since she'd last seen her siblings. It had only been weeks since she'd heard their screams for help, days since she'd last cried out for them, miles from where they lay, and hours since she'd last replayed the scene in her sleep. Now, if you asked Moonstone where she'd like to be even a day from now, she'd say,  As far from myself as I can get.

Her feet dug mercilessly through the ground, kicking dirt up into her flaring nostrils. Moonstone was so entranced by her own grief that for a moment, she'd lost touch with reality. There were a few seconds in which she couldn't feel how the rough skin on her paw pads scraped away against the hidden rocks, or how her claws bent against their rough exteriors. The pain was irrelevant; even if she had felt it, Moonstone would have been grateful to know that she was still grounded, even if by only a string.