Big Salmon Lake My Shores Were Pretty

In anguish, Leta stole away from the Glen for a moments respite. She knew that she could speak with Osiris about all things, but she was not ready to yet. Not ready to accept the news provided. Not ready to think about it, or talk about it... which she would have to do. She knew she had to. 

But first—first to act as though she had not heard the news at all. To try to go back to before she knew, when things had looked up. Deny, deny, deny—Clay was alright, Clay had just run away, it was not Clay they had found, oh, no, absolutely not—

One would think that she would have seen the wolf truly right in front of her, especially given their coloring. But teary eyed, she nearly collided right into the sitting Primrose. Just before that, though, she managed to avoid it. Not without a cost, though—she tripped over a jutting root and fell to the earth with a ooof! 

And she could not stop herself from the crying, then.