Gyrfalcon's Keep did you really think

on aching paws, her voyage continues.  she remains on the coast, charmed by the vastness of the sea. natshana has no way of truly tracking her cousin, after all.  in many ways, she is currently on a fool's errand.  though she has no concept of how massive the current land is, she can guess.  praimfaya could be anywhere; finding her could take seasons, if not years.  even so, she refuses to become discouraged.  the fact of the matter is:  she's made it to the teekon wilds.  this, in and of itself, is a great accomplishment.  it is a new chapter in her journey.

today, however, she moves with the purpose of finding a place to rest for a few days.  she knows that she must take care of her body if she is to continue this expedition.  she cannot expect to find her cousin if she is too weak to stand.  so, she carefully navigates the sharp crags and slick slabs of stone to discover a place that she may unwind for a while.  natshana is goaded by the scent of prey at some point, but like those before her, she is sorely disappointed to find the hare largely consumed.  she has no taste for crowfood -- which is why she diverts her attention to proceed, until another scent catches her attention.

no, her mind vibrates with the syllable. there is no way. she drinks in the smell, determined to convince herself that she's hallucinating it.  it's been so long since she's scented her cousin; it could not possibly ... her gaze darts up and around, and at once, she spots a white shape against the rocks.  natshana's ears and tail twitch, with the latter swaying impulsively behind her.  is this some sort of mirage?  a vision bolstered by exhaustion?  there is only one way to know.

"praimfaya?" she calls out, and then, a little less certainly: "en's yu?"