Ravensblood Forest I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name

Junior was not with the pack's three other pups this morning. She left shortly after breakfast and headed for the beach. When she arrived there, she dropped listlessly to her haunches and stared out over the choppy waters. She had come to love the seaside, yet she couldn't help but think she'd easily trade it for her family, if only she knew how to make such a transaction...

After a while, the youth sullenly turned her back on the waves and headed back inland. She bypassed the den, where the she-wolf Julooke watched the smaller puppies, and found Thistle's trail. More out of boredom than true curiosity, Junior began to track her female guardian. When the trail led beyond the bay's borders, she didn't bat an eyelash, continuing past them and, without realizing it, began to head in the direction of her true home.

She found her foster mother in a dark forest. It took Osprey Jr. a moment to realize this wasn't far from where Ragnar and Thistle had found her washed up on the riverbank. Blinking, she trotted nearer to the cinnamon she-wolf. "Hi Thistle," she said in a tone that bordered on an uncharacteristic sigh. "What're you doin'?"