Whitebark Stream She feels no control of her body She feels no safety in my arms

@Artyom

The search for Abaddon so far wasn't going anywhere. The loneliness had begun to creep in again even though Dart was a fantastic companion and incredibly helpful in locating prey from above for her to creep up on. Leaving was supposed to bring on adventure that was given life by Abaddon's entirely too charming prompting. It had been her own fault that the pallid man vanished, she shouldn't have so stubbornly insisted on catching him something to eat. Weary and having nowhere else to go she'd intended to return to her father's pack to ask if she would be allowed to temporarily visit him as long as she helped out with the daily work best she could. When she got to the borders the lack of freshness in his scent sent electric jolts of panic immediately to her heart. Sucking in a breath and blowing it out she walked down the borders a bit nervously looking around and then sniffing again, whimpering as she held back forming tears finding that there wasn't any fresh marking from him at all. Finally after a few moments of fighting off a panic attack she realised she was being an idiot and lifted her muzzle, calling in a wavering nervous wreck of a howl for the leaders.