Whitefish River that's a lot of fish

Was there ever a day the young girl had gone without feeling like she was missing something?

Pretend as she might, but Yukimi still had yet to adjust in this place that wasn't home. The valley of stars was not here anymore, and even if they weren't treated like much it was still home. She was greatful to have found a friend in @Ashkova, who's willingness to travel with the snowbird gave her relief that she won't be doing it alone. Yet homesickness latched firmly against her back no matter how hard she tried to stay optimistic.

Yuki would find them again....wouldn't she?

The scent trail of another made her thoughts come to a halt, a black nose twitching curiously at the air. A coyote -- or was it a wolf.....both? No, that can't be right. So she went to investigate for herself, black paws tapping through the open grass path until the song of the streams graced her ears -- and finally, a picture came into view. 

A strawberry blonde coat -- like the summer that came down upon them. The woman drank from the stream quietly, only rising her head to look ahead -- though Yuki thought it was because of her for a second. 

Hi! 

Her head peaked at the woman through a thicket of bushes, while her tassle swayed behind her like a pendulum. "Who was this? She's pretty!", the little snowbird thought to herself.