Whitebark Stream i'll take the sweat from your palms,

She returned here.

It was a safe haven in everything that had ever transpired in her short (albeit lively) time in the wilds. Every moment of frustration she had ended up here. Every time she needed a break, she stumbled here.

It was how she arrived today.

Tired from fruitless search.

Her jade gaze stared out at the walls of @Mahler's Rivenwood. Then off to the east where the Cuesta should lay. She wondered if the feline was still there. If Praimfaya was still there.

Of course not, her mind corrected. Mahler would have discovered both in his own searches. Which meant they had both dispersed somewhere else.

Poorly timed was a shift of branches or leaves in the distance. More than enough worry still pumped quick in her veins for her to shift defensively, hackles flared.