Alpine Lake circles

Unequivocally lost.

Her eyes skimmed over the terrain before her—it wasn’t that she did’t know where she was (well, she didn’t)—but that her days remained purposeless and lonely. The disbanding of Whitebark Stream had been disheartening, but it hadn’t broken her. Not the way the fall of Morningside had—the death of her father and the abandonment of her mother… the disappearance of her siblings.

The barely risen sun flickered light upon the dew drops of the wet grass and foliage, her eyes sweeping over what lay before her. There was a certain part of her gaze that sought potential herbs and remedies—then the other more logical side of her briefly wondered the point.

The wind brushed her silver fur, silent in its quest and resounding with the acceptance that she was solely alone in this world. The thought didn’t bother her as much as it should.

Perhaps she had been broken from the very start.