Firefly Ravine baby did a bad, bad thing

@Mahler

 
Winter was far from the Banshee’s favorite season. She was a warm-blooded creature of the sun-soaked plains, with a coat meant to cool her body and heat of her family to keep her warm during those few chilly days — but winter in the south seldom showed up in force, unlike it did here. Even in these days where the snow fell lightly and the winds blew gently, Isleña felt the absence of her family keenly.

For endless days and nights, Isleña struggled with the idea of her solitude and had difficulties coming to terms with it. It just didn’t make sense, after all; one day they were all there, with stars in their eyes and hearts full of familial love, and then another day they were not. It was as simple of a disappearance as one could have. There were no kidnappings or wars, murders or accidents. There was only a distinct emptiness that the girl could not shake. She was like an addict without her fix — she was unable to see any positives in her situation, and only validated the negatives with her persistent seclusion. If this could be worse, Isleña failed to see how. 

Perhaps a smarter wolf would have attempted to find a home for the winter, but that’s not what Isleña was bred for. Cunning she was, yes, but persistent she was more. The girl continued to hold out hope that Tashkent and Kuyuk and Enx and even Mengu would one day reappear and they would fold easily back into the status quo — but every day that reality fell farther and farther away, and Isleña became more and more desperate. Nearly starving and visibly rattled [to this day], Isleña traversed the coastal landscape and continued her worthless attempts to scent-find the only family she had ever known.