Otter Creek It always runs back but it's never quite the same

Empty. She was empty. Like a glass vase of water poured out, and then smashed upon the ground. She could not bear to look at her son's frozen face, his vacant stare, any longer.

And so, she drifted, eyes glazed over, steps leaden, without purpose.

She caught sight of the pale woman with her nose to the ground and watched her for a little while, silently, standing a short distance away. It reminded her so much of the search for Sobek that her heart threatened to burst; only with a couple moments to gather her composure did the pain subside, ebbing slowly away.

Maegi began to pad closer. Once, her gaze might have been shrewd upon this wolf so close to her woods. Now, it was only with a dulled sense of curiosity that she gave the woman a chuff, making no pretense of dominion or ownership or pride.

There was no pride within her, even to fake.