Blackfoot Forest The stream will take us home

@Takiyok

roll log -for reference

           

She returned once again, like a moth returning to the flame, the young woman had once again returned home. With a soft sigh she stubbornly continued on her path, ignoring the pesky emotions that tried to pry themselves from the holes Padma had thrown them into.

Winter had so far made her lean and mean, the life of a lone wolf difficult for a young yearling such as herself. She had still not grown into her lanky limps, and was starting to worry that she truly had adopted her parents worst combining features. She pictured her sister at her own age, gracefully dance in the meadow, her namesake. Or her strong and sturdy brothers mirroring her father. And then, then she compares herself to them, and realize why they left her. Her legs as long as her fathers, but her body as short as her mothers. Leaving her with legs much to long for her figure.

Her yearly flogging was underway, as she made her way back to the crust covered plains where she had been born. To see if maybe this year they would return, this year there would be someone. Anyone that would give her any inkling toward the family she had lost.