Bramblepoint the child-minded god

She should've reached the glen by now. Despite traveling this route dozens of times, the snowstorm—coupled with her grief, which drove her to distraction—caused Meerkat to take a wrong turn somewhere. By the time she caught her mistake, she'd lost a day. Now she hunched into the wind and retraced her steps, determined to focus and get back home. She'd already been gone far too long.

When the storm began to die down a little, it gave her a little hope. Although weary, she pushed onward, taking advantage of the break in the weather. It was hard to recognize Bramblepoint with all the white obscuring everything, though she could see Moonspear against the western horizon. The sight gave her so much relief, tears sprang to her eyes.

She stopped in her tracks to swipe a foreleg over her wet face, then dropped it. Before proceeding, a startled little gasp eked from her throat when she saw a dark shadow slinking through the winter wonderwasteland.