Jade Fern Grove i'm gonna be gone for good again

She’d found their former claim once more but it is only vaguely familiar to her. It’s been more than a year since she’d last been here and it makes sense for her to end up here again, failing once more to reconcile or even… just find them. She’s tired and thin and hungry and winter is here. The wind is faint through the grove, the thin trees unable to block all of it. It carries scents on it more than changes the scenery and she moves every so often. There aren’t any landmarks she can recall, just brief interactions she had with the few wolves she thought she’d be calling home.
 
At this point, she doesn’t know where to go. Her former home might take her back in but she is tired of traveling, tired of worrying. She can let them go now. If she can’t find them by this point, what’s the use? They’ve moved on, too.
 
Ocra sighs, lowers her rump to the ground, and as the afternoon settles into something quiet, she makes herself as comfortable as she can.