Ravensblood Forest It's sorrow that feeds your lies

Blue was exhausted she had been searching day and night for any sign of Osprey Junior. She was to the point where she could almost lay down anywhere, and sleep so deeply the heavens could fall and she wouldn’t notice it. Her feet hurt, her back hurt and her heart hurt, the pads of her paws were scraped and bleeding from the endless walking she had done, and her throat hurt from calling for the wayward pup. Still though in her heart, she held onto the hope that one day she’d go back to the rendezvous spot and see the little wild child, begging her to play.

And as was usual for adults in this time, she thought hard on the things she could have done better. She could have played more, scolded a little less. She could have taken her on more adventures and taught her to be safe. There was so much she could have done to keep her safe, but in reality if the fates demanded something happen it did. She shook her downy head and continued on.

Blue was following Saena, the girl had left early this morning and blue’s heart had dropped to her paws, at the thought. She followed her a little bit behind, the girl had a head start and it made her sick. She wouldn’t let the water’s claim another child, she wouldn’t.

Blue heard the scream and with an almighty growl, reserved for the darkest of evils she ran as fast as she could toward the sound, only to see Saena fleeing in abject terror, before she could chase after the youngster she saw the bones, and her heart leaped into her throat and she retched. She walked closer to it, bile rising up in her throat to be dispelled swiftly and soon. She studied the tufts of fur on the ears and the size and her heart seized and she hit the ground losing most of her breakfast. Having been used to death it did not matter, this one was far too close to the alpha healer’s heart and she lay on the ground sick and sad, with tears clinging to her fur.

She stood slowly on shaky limbs and strode forward and gently pulled the bones from the swift current, and the murky watery depths. She hunted around hoping to find something to carry the bones back in, she needed a kill so she could carry them; she didn’t want to just bury them here far away from home.

She recalled seaweed and grasping enough that she could make a pouch of sorts after laying them across each other and grasping ends, she bore her sad burden back to the plateau, hoping to catch Saena on the way back. She would just die if she lost that child too.