Broken Boulder may we stay lost on our way home

even though the travel had drained her, she relent some other sort of restless energy that she could not shake. it was so mundane, so safe, and so very different from her travels alone, which had been stocked full of adventure and quick, dirty scraps that had her heart soar. she couldn't help but wish that some threat, some obstacle presented itself to the group; not only so that she may burn away the energy that itched beneath her pelt, but also that she may feel useful. it was clear by now that she was the odd one out, and the thought itched at her near constantly. 

quite suddenly alarian bolted, and she peered around as if there was something she'd missed. when she realized the others had tagged along behind him, she adopted a trot at the rear of the group, their excitement catching even through her tiredness. she brightened when she realized the significance of the place, though her mood was soured when she noticed just how close Lily stood to her uncle, the way they all seemed connected. and even though her isolation was somewhat self-imposed, and she'd gotten used to wallowing, she did little more than hang around the rear of the group and offer a wag of her tail.