Whitebark Stream run wild

Once upon a time, Shivali had been eager to see the world. Her paws traveled her all over the place back home until she felt she touched every inch with her own four feet. Leaving her family behind had been a surprisingly easy decision and finding herself back, tied to her family once more, often feels like she isn’t who she had once been. A short span of a few months turned her entire life upside down and the draw she once felt to the wilds outside the confines of their home isn’t there anymore. Sometimes, she forces herself past the borders to expose herself to the surrounding area but the desire has long since died away. Perhaps traveling with a herd of young children needing to be carried, fleeing for their safety had been enough to deter her.
 
Today, however, is one she forces herself away. The lake is an easy place to go to but she continues along the bank as it flows into a river and even more so into a stream. In the distance a dark figure catches her attention and she watches it, nose scenting the air for clues for familiarity as they grow nearer to the Maplewood (unaware Mornigside has moved entirely into the territory), the smell of smoke and dry fruit coat her fur that contradicts what knowledge she has of the pack that claims her.