Bramblepoint This is growing up

Dhalia found she only missed Jasper when she was alone. Which meant she missed him, too, when she was with others, but she didn't let herself feel that or think too hard about the lonely longing in the crook of her chest when she saw the siblings around her and wished she wasn't the only Rochester-Ostrega here. But Jasper hadn't found it in him to leave with her when she'd left again, even though growing up he had always been the one who couldn't seem to stop moving.

The emptiness at her side roused her emotions in a different way when she'd awakened today. Where usually the feeling would nag at her until she found some foreign or familiar face to tag around with for the day, today, she'd rolled through the mental list of her potential company, and, at the thought of every one of them, knew that anyone but her brother would send her to the edge of an emotional breakdown.

So she'd gone outside the Glen today, to the forest between the little alliance of packs she'd somehow stumbled her way into. The forest here felt much less heavy than whatever emotional dump she'd left behind, and the challenge of navigating her way through the brambly undergrowth was enough to take her mind off things at least a little bit and help her settle into the moment again.

The whine of a yawn swirled her attention around. Oh, gosh. If it was anyone from the Glen --

But her eyes caught someone unfamiliar through the tangle of branches, where the light streamed through in just the right way to catch his silver fur like mercury. Much different than the raven gleam of the Ostrega brothers, and nothing like the ruddy hues of Bronco or Osiris.

"Never seen you around these parts before," she quipped and sought her way towards him to catch a better look at the stranger she'd stumbled upon.