Emberflame Ridge Broken Compass

Malila nodded, swallowing a lump in her throat. "I believe you. I'll try and be strong, for you." But deep in her young heart, she was more skeptical. After having known nothing but a cushy life, now to suddenly be thrust into the bitter world, Malila would only believe it when she sees it. She has never experienced such before, but still held faith that her mothers words held promise. She had never let her down before, after all.

Guided to a chilly, gently flowing little stream, Malila was reminded ever so slightly of her beloved herbs and plants. Water was a giver of life, nourishing not just the flowers she loved, but all living things. She sighed at the memory of the fragrant herbs. Of their vibrant colors and textures. If only they could have saved some, they would have been such a source of comfort to the lone pup. She would have to make do with the water instead, and her memories. Gingerly she dipped her paws in, wincing at the sharp sting that ran through her pads and up her legs.