Sky Mesa searching for sunset

maybe someone from muat-riya / akashingo, the tribe, or bearclaw?

the valley of gold was home now. whether it was out of necessity or intention, she didn't know. her mother's condition was not getting better. dahlia needed some time alone.

it was easy to slip away now. dusty was busy with their mother more often than not, and although she was closer now more than ever with fox and petal, she still felt like she was on an island all by herself.

she remembered when they were traveling all the time. she had wished that things would slow down, that time would grind to a halt — how bitter it tasted, to finally get what she desired.

moonlight kept her cool as she moved out of the valley, and her feet kept her moving even as her mind wandered elsewhere.