Larksong Grotto Sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed.

There was nothing left to do but remain and haunt the surrounding land. When she could not find them she struck west and north, seeking, because she knew she would accept them as dead only when she saw proof. Until then she would search, endlessly, until she found them or perished trying.

The latter was not out of the question. Her pelt hugged her ribs, as she'd lost a great deal of the weight gained with Rusalka. The quakes had made it a hard time to stalk alone, and while forgotten now, Fennec had been a drain on her resources. She'd managed by chance to find a beast destroyed in a rockslide, and what little she'd kept down sustained her. But the scavenge has been rancid and left her feeling sick on top of hungry; alive, though, at the very least.

Even though the region seemed desolate, she couldn't bring herself to leave. What if they came back? She weaved an unsteady path, searching for word or for at least some manner of prey, but always in her circle she turned back when the days grew too long. Today she was on the cusp of that range, but desperation had driven her farther.

​The shaking caught her unawares.  It had lapsed, but it seemed the earth had a few more throes left.  She braced herself as the trees trembled, then bucked, and panic alighted along her spine as she remembered the ground opening.  Not again.  She took off, sprinting with a crazed abandon in a random direction.... one that would carry her directly past Larus.

i do super fluid time so figure this is after her return threads - let me know if this messes you up!!