Blacktail Deer Plateau I speak for the dead

@Grayday

He was dead, and she knew it. It was almost laughable to imagine any possible chance of her and Grayday returning to Chaska to find a beating heart and warm fur. She traveled in the direction the old wolf instructed her to go with his last words and paced back and forth with anxiety. Her lack of smell hadn’t made the situation any easier, but she’d travel far and hadn’t noticed abundance of wolves. Her timidness forced her to fear crossing a border only to meet the same demise without telling Day. All she was told was morning. 

Coincidentally she inched back and forth in front of Morningside’s border. Losing hope, she lifted her nose high in the air and howled out for an old friend. A cloud escaped her maw along with the urgent call, before lowering her muzzle and waiting patiently for someone to answer. How was Day going to react? Would he shun her like she expected? Fear boiled in her chest, her mind far too unfocused to realize she was shivering from the cold.