Blacktail Deer Plateau that fancy wine won't put this fire out

Set a day or so after the shitshow thread

If Phox and his daughter were to look outside the territory, then she would remain inside, scouring the borders for any sight, sound or smell that signified the pup(s) had found their way home. After all, what if they all had gone, and missed them in the process? 

She was useless on the road, so she would make herself useful here.

But her steps were heavy, even as she forced herself onward, onward; her heart and soul were filled with lead as she realized that even if the two missing children were found, she'd immediately have to give them up. Give them up to the Redhawks, no less.

It felt as if she was living a nightmare, every feeling so visceral, every sense horribly engaged. And even if she fell asleep, her thoughts would still be plagued.

She was tired, so tired—tired of searching, to no avail.

Maegi lay down in a patch of wildflowers, panting, her eyes following the bees and butterflies in a kind of apathetic daze. It was cooler here, the tall stalks providing some shade, and the manifold aromas rose up around her.