Ouroboros Spine Fly me to the moon

Morning came softly.

She was a long way from home.

A long way mama and papa.

The steps of many others covered the prints of her own. She could see them now. Her fur was all poofy and fluffy from the winter chill rising it out of her. She was stopped at a border, her head tucked close to her neck and her paw sheepishly moving.

Liffey's daughter waited patiently and quietly, whispering out to the people beyond the border, even if she saw none. Perhaps she thought they would whisper back and appear. A mouse. "Hello?"