Duskfire Glacier There are times that walk from you.

Maybe @Meerkat?

Until Lane announced that she was leaving on another trip beyond the glacier, Wayfarer had mostly forgotten about the last time she'd left. She objected, naturally, by being especially clingy and in the way while her mother prepared to leave. Pitiful, she'd whine and lay around underfoot, was probably stepped on a couple of times, but she didn't really know what she was trying to achieve. Delay the medic's departure, perhaps, but it did not really matter - regardless of what she did, Lane would still leave.

She was a whirlwind of emotion when the inevitable happened, and the girl sought privacy at once. Determined not to cry over being left behind again, Wayfarer turned focus to something far easier to deal with than sorrow: anger.

Between her teeth she grasped a large stick, but her bite was not strong enough to demolish it like she imagined she could. Made all the more furious by her useless jaw, the youngster set about stripping the surface bark and gnawing the wood with her molars, figuring a slow destruction was better than nothing.