Whitefish River 'You know that thing you just did? Don't do that'

She was perched on the bank of the river, licking the remnants of her lunch from her paws while the sun warmed her fur. She found that keeping herself busy kept her mind from dwelling over all she had to feel guilty about, and that had been made easier by the fact that she was always hungry. Instead of taking from the caches, she had taken to catching her own fish or rabbits most of the time in an attempt to make up for the time soon when she wouldn't be able to do such things.

Home had been on her mind a lot lately. She mostly found it hard to believe that her biggest hurdle had once been navigating the unknown after leaving her family and striking out on her own. Now, she was faced with the very scary prospect of being a single mother and the very real possibility that her mistakes would catch up to her eventually. Then a strangely familiar call rang through the air, as if her thoughts had summoned a wolf from her natal pack to the borders of her new home. Surely it was just someone that sounded like Emrik, right? But, the unique sound of his voice could never be recreated. The healer stood, taking a second to adjust to her new center of gravity now that her belly had started to swell, and then she set off for the borders.

When she arrived, she stopped in front of him, too surprised at first to say anything. After a few moments, she finally found her voice. Emrik? She asked. How did you find me? 

Before her life had turned to shit--all her own doing--she might have rushed forward to greet him with her normal affection, but now she hesitated. Seeing him made her sad; it reminded her of who she used to be, but that Speedy had gotten lost somewhere, and she wasn't sure where to find her.