Whitefish River all the sunlight's good for us

Things at home were feeling more and more unusual, driving Nieve to escape in the form of wandering. She continued to keep a weather eye out for her missing siblings as she went, but by now she'd more or less concluded that they weren't coming back. It would be a miracle if Marisol was even alive after all this time, and Clem and Reyes... they could fend for themselves, surely, but maybe all the bad had pushed them away for good.

These days, she wasn't sure there'd be a home for them to come back to.

She didn't get very far today before stumbling across another soul out in the snow. From afar, she didn't recognize him for the boy who'd been travelling with Rosalyn. In fact, she didn't recognize him even when she got closer, bemusedly watching his spectacular failure to catch a fish. His head arced back out of the water and he shivered, prompting a wry smile to curl her lips. You need to wait for them to think you're not there, she called, jogging toward her black-furred companion.