Dragoncrest Cliffs rain in soho

no promise sweeter than a blood pact, nothing harder to go through with than a vanishing act
no morning colder than the first frost, no friends closer than the one's we've lost

at first, furi's absence had been nothing concerning. she always came and went as she pleased, and although blix never liked it, she trusted the gona to come back to them. but the days slip by and still there is no hint of her ex. her scent fades from the border, old patrol markers gone stale, replaced. 

but she still doesn't quite let herself believe furi is gone for good. maybe it's just ... a longer scouting trip, like that time they went down the coast (only with all the packs on the coast now, that's a little harder to do). or maybe she just hates blixen and her mom so much she can't stand to be around either of them so she's taking a break, but she'll definitely, definitely come back.

she should... she should talk to nomi about it. it's not good even if she's definitely coming back. but telling nomi would be... committing to the idea that furi is gone, and even though she knows she should -- she wants to, even -- she can't bring herself to do it. so instead she doubles back on her patrol, just in case, just in case.