Whitefish River Come Back Home

She lost track of the time she spent freezing her tail off in the snow, but it wasn't like she truly cared. The frigid temperature numbed her legs and her underbelly. Not that she needed those parts anyway, where would she go, even if she wanted to move? This pessimistic attitude soon changed when the voice of someone very familiar filled her ears. A voice she had grown to know and love as apart of her family. A voice who had children she watched and helped raise. A voice that she greeted on his first arrival at the mountain. 

Grayday.

She scrambled to her paws, slipping a few times no less, before standing up. She felt like running away in fear, but the very presence of someone familiar kept her grounded. Part of her wanted to hide away in shame of what she was, but another part of her wanted to run to him and embrace the man tightly. Her eyes were wide and dilated as they locked on to the man. She didn't note any changes yet, perhaps because her brain was getting fuzzy and her eyes were getting watery.

"Grayday..." she whispered, quietly, perhaps so quietly that he might've even heard her. Fighting off her flighty instinct, Krypton began to hobble her way over to him, feeling the pins and needles in her paws. But she forced herself to go faster, faster and faster until she nearly crashed into him. Halting before she could collide with him, she pushed her nose towards his shoulder and neck, whining and whimpering, sobbing. She was a wreck, a complete wreck.