Whitefish River Just an old memory

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It was all a blur. Everything. Time had long since lost its meaning to Chai. Days meshed into weeks and then into months. How many didn't matter. Even if she had known, she wouldn't have cared. Her world, by some turn of fate that she couldn't quite grasp, had been flipped upside down. Some way, somehow, she had become separated from Kaistleoki. Whether it was of her own free will or completely by accident, Chai couldn't remember. She didn't care enough to seek them out, for she was too tangled up within her own, self-induced troubles. And so it was with great irony, that when she finally did appear in Teekon again, that it was in the very same territory in which the pack once called home.

It was deserted. The riverside sanctuary was abandoned, caches gone. Not a wisp of a scent to be found. Devoid of life, save for the distant cawing of ravens, tailing the wolf in vain hopes of finding a meal. The cream and russet girl by contrast, was much less alert. She didn't even seem to recognize where she was. Collapsed in the snow, she huddled into a tight little ball of unkempt fur. Looking close, she had lost considerable weight due to the recent famine and being on her own. The vertebrae of her spine were just barely beginning to show, a hint of the severity of her condition. Her form shivered as sheets of blinding snow poured from dark clouds above her head. Dull blue eyes pried open, fixating on the shelter of a tree line some ways ahead. But in her eyes was no will to move - she only stared on, unseeing, muzzle nestled between the folds of her legs. It would be getting dark soon, which meant the temperature would plummet. Her sides heaved with a great sigh. She was too lost to care.