Duck Lake burning cities and napalm skies

simply because she was resolute did not mean that she knew where to start. she'd return to the Hollow and speak to Rannoch. or, perhaps she ought to balance her search and the duties. leaving suddenly to find those lost had been the biggest regret of her life thus far; she did not want to repeat her past mistakes here. she could not do to Rannoch what she'd done the Sunny and her packmates; for now, she would try her best at a balaning act. 

she veered towards the lake edge, pushing her muzzle through the thin crust of ice and drinking deeply in an attempt to ease the fire in her throat. the cold was a balm, and she stayed there for a long moment, gaze settling somewhere on the ice before her.

@Siarut! attempt 2.0 after my last post turned into a novel.