Honeyed Pasture strawberry

Her mind was full as she travelled toward the distant ocean, but when she caught the first hint of salt on the air, it cured some of the ache she felt. Her conscience lifted; the people of Moonspear, Moontide, Moonglow and Moonsong all walked together- so perhaps they would understand why she might leave one for another, given how poorly she had adjusted to life on the mountain, life with a pack that seemed spread few and far between. 

She did not know where to find Moontide, however, but she assumed that she should head toward the West, and then travel down the shoreline until she found it, knowing it would be somewhere South of Moonsong. 

She was weary by the time she reached the meadow, but her senses sharpened when a long figure caught her attention- a solitary elk. Something about seeing a creature so majestic on its own caused her to soften, and for worry to creep in. Doubt sank heavily into the soft bed of her heart. She did not see the other wolf, as her blurred gaze remained fixed on the elk for some time, relating to its solitude in a means of cleansing some of the overwhelming loneliness from her own spirit.