Bearclaw Valley and heaven knows,

From her den the familiar call had reached her, and for a moment her legs refused to move.

Nothing would come from feeling sorry for herself.

With a shaky sigh the doe pulled herself up, moving across the territory lacking the bounce that she had worked so hard to gain. It had hurt to feel so rejected, but it hurt her more that she felt so selfish.

Reaching the border she spotted Cole rather quickly. The man had beat her to it. She stayed back for the moment, visible but stood in a meek silence.