King Elk Forest an unforgiving loneliness

fréobearn’s disappointment was obvious. it was their cousin that greeted her, rather than any of her beloved siblings. moreover, his apathy was clear in his greeting, making their reunion less than optimal.

she positioned herself to be in full-view, flagging her bobbed tail before dropping it beside her thighs. by the high elk’s grace, fréo said plainly, it was difficult finding my way back from the ruins without.. any signs.

they hadn’t left anything to mark their path, despite knowing that a member of their party was missing. knowing their aspirations, she didn’t expect a scout to be sent in her name, but they could have done something to make tracking easier.

she sometimes wondered while on her journey if they’d intended to never be found at all.

we’ve settled here? she said, testing calhoun’s patience by placing a single paw on the border’s opposite side, tell me what i’ve missed.