Emberwood Crocodile rock

She hadn't meant to leave, but now, here she was. Somehow, the young Brook had gotten herself turned around, and she couldn't find her way home. She wasn't quite yet two months old, but somehow she'd slipped away from her mother and brother and on, on, on she had walked. She didn't know where she was or how to get home, and she shivered in the warmth of the summer night. Brook had never done anything like this before, but something had urged her onward.

Now, sitting here, whimpering softly, she hoped that somebody could come find her. If not, she wasn't sure what she would do.