Wapun Meadow botchlings

Lately Sarah had begun to think, what if she did not return to the Lost Creek hollow. She was grateful for Terance's kindness offering her shelter and place among his people, but it would take very little time for them to realize that she was far from well, that she was struggling to socialize and blend in and really did not wish to do so. Pain needed to be felt, they said, you have to go to the very bottom to rise up again, they reassured. Except it never occurred to anyone that just maybe she preferred to float in the dark depths of the ocean never to see light again. If she were to stay with them, make hollow her home, she would have to deal with her issues. And her pride, that was still standing among the ruins of what her life had once been, did not allow it to happen. Sarah had always been tough and she would not let herself be a victim to her weakness now.

She was drawn out of her thoughts, when she spotted a dark-pelted figure moving in the paling light of the day. Mistaking it for her brother, she moved towards him and called out: "Terance!"