Blackfeather Woods I think I need help

She should not have strayed so far from Blackfeather that day.

The scent had consumed her, hackles reaching for the trees while eyes hectically scanned the land. Where was it? What had happened? She did not recognize any scent at first. Nona was not injured, Tundra was not, nor was Amun. There were other faces that slid through her frantic mind.

Then there was a call. Distressed and anxiety inducing.

Guilt.

It was all she could feel, it ripped her from the inside out (What could she have done? How had she not guarded these woods well enough?) and her paws hit the earth like boulders. She felt so heavy in this moment despite her quick pace. No speed felt fast enough with such alarm swimming through the forest. There was obvious panic written on her face, if the fluffed appearance of hers was not enough to warn of it.

Speak.

She could not, so she hoped the mother would.