Dragoncrest Cliffs city grown willow

"Phox had come here searching for Niamh some time ago..."

"Phox came to us two weeks ago, searching for Niamh..."

Abruptly, her exhaustion overwhelmed her and Meerkat sank to the ground, wincing a little when her weight pressed on her bad ankle. She flopped to one side with a small grunt, pressing her eyes closed and taking a moment to muster her frayed wits.

She was on the right path for once, yet it seemed she was so far behind her father. And in her current condition, there was no hope of catching up now. She would have to go home to the caldera, give her mom the news and recuperate. There was nothing else for it.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, eyelids fluttering open again as she tilted her head toward the two wolves standing over her. "That's why I came here. He's searching for them... I'm searching for him..." And it seemed like the family was destined to be broken apart forever.

Taking a deep breath, Meerkat pushed herself upright again, though she swayed a little from the dizzying hunger. "I have to go back to the caldera. Will you tell Alyx and Haunt I came by?" Her brow furrowed. Would either one even particularly care about hearing from her? It smoothed out again an instant later, because it didn't matter.