Redsand Canyon but i was homesick for familiar trees

Idk why the formatting is weird on this. Sorry in advance,

It is different. Too different.

Different, obviously, in the way that the world shifts beneath her paws, for there is no grass here. Very little, perhaps, save for whatever roots crawl to hoist water from so far down beneath. In the time she's been here, Evadne hasn't been quite sure what to do with herself; parted for moons on end from the only thing she's ever known as home, left to wander and carry what she does know like a small flame, lit and cupped between two palms.

So she looses a howl when she scents the border. Hopes that she is not faced with fury. Or run off too fiercely.

The lichen girl will not blame if they do.