Swiftcurrent Creek I know what I like and you're the only one of you

From the coast, Wylla traced the steps she'd taken so many moons ago, arriving a few days later at the creek where she'd birthed her daughter. She wasn't surprised to discover no trace of the pack she once ran with, if it could be called that. She'd taken shelter there and coaxed Tiercel through her earliest days there, but being part of the pack had only been a charade.

She drifted through the trees, following trails that were just the same as they'd been when she left, minus the scents. She was single-minded in her focus with only her ears swiveling to take stock of her surroundings; her eyes were fixed on some point in the distance, which turned out to be a small den in a rotting tree.

This she stuck her head into and sniffed deeply; she could almost swear she could smell the mingled scents of her and her newborn daughter, but that too was only a memory. A moment in time.