Shadow Mountain and not be so indifferent to the look in your eyes

steals because :(

It had taken her most of the day to return home, the heavy snow impeding her travel some as she made her way into the mountains. She, personally, loved traveling in the snow; it reminded her of home and it was probably the only time she didn't feel some level of too warm. She knew it would be dark in a few hours, though, so as much as she wanted to indulge in the winter weather, she wanted more to see Stag. She felt bad for leaving him so often. Her need to find solace was constantly at war with her need to be good mother and be there for her son, so she was often left feeling incredibly selfish any time she ventured from their borders. Had he had any siblings left in Diaspora, things might have been different, but that was not the case, and so as a result, guilt continuously simmered in her gut anytime she was away, urging her to return home.

She was close to the hollow, nose to the ground in case she happened to come across the scent of any of her missing children. The scent that made her freeze was not from any of her wayward brood but of the star of her thoughts the entire time she had been making her way home. Confusion and worry immediately followed her recognition of Stag's scent, and she quickly got to work tracking. The fresh snow made things difficult but not impossible as she slowly shuffled her way through the mountains. She knew the area well, having explored it often, and she knew there were many places to hide. So she tried to inspect any crevice or cave if he came upon it. Finally his scent was fresh and strong, and she stopped and looked around but couldn't see him anywhere. Taking a chance, she decided to call out to him. Stag? she said into the cold, winter air; it was loud enough that he should be able to hear her if he was somewhere close. She paused and listened for a few moments, hoping to hear his voice in return.