Emberwood Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light

As she moved through the forest, she tried to ignore the niggling feeling of doubt that had crawled her way into her mind, shoving it back time and again as she scanned the slim trees with a backdrop of dusk. Swiveling her ears, her eyebrows drew together, trying to catch even the slightest of noises. Yet none that she heard was what she wanted to fall upon her ears.

Where is she? Is she here?

The wind seemed to whisper, pushing her on to answer their questions. Her paw falls were soft on the snow, her thoughts heavy in her mind. Swallowing hard, she fought back the emotions building to a crescendo, waiting for a feather to settle on the edge, breaking it.

Where is she? Is she here?

Stubbornly, the trees would not stop their questioning, building the tension in her muscles, making her jump at only breath like noises. She shook her head, her breath light in her chest, shallow breathing that made her legs weak.

Hearing a voice, she jumped and quickly tried to look calm, yet her eyes were overflowing with emotions. Cautiously, she used her voice, hoping it would work.

Hello there.

And work it did, even if it was small and quiet on the wind. Shifting into a friendly demeanor, she shoved her feelings down, hoping the dam would not break in front of this beautiful creature.