Bramblepoint A thorn for your troubles

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Ominous? Vale offered a shrug. She found an odd comfort to foggy weather, but she chalked it up to the bias of being raised in it. Her ears twitched as Evander introduced himself, and the story of why he journeyed to the Teekon.

A family parting ways...

The notion of it was familiar. After all, here she stood in the Teekon. Alone. Her littermates intended to depart together, but bickered on where to go. She, on the other hand, knew the lands she wanted to explore. So she went.

A frown crossed Vale's face. While it was only a moment in truth, her mind was twisting to best address Evander empathetically. She left her own siblings behind... But the compassion she was looking for come to her in the fragment of a memory. 

Engulfed in fog, her nose to her father's tail tip as they navigated their home territory. Akin to a whiteout, the familiar world all but dissolved away. Swallowed by the thick low-lying clouds. Her paw steps were unsure, being much younger than she was now. The only comfort was the closest presence to her. She would have been lost without her father. And while the equivalency may not have been perfect, she understood. Maybe not all of it, but she understood enough (by her own account).

I'm sorry you've had to part. Especially after a long journey. I don't fault you for your fatigue. Her eyes studied his face, allowing a pause. Do you think you'll cross paths with him again?