Dawnlark Plains cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

@Rala

A father gone, a cousin lost.

Yuralria returned to the wilds with nothing to show for her efforts except an immense weight of failure that sat heavy upon her shoulders. Nutu had been so young when she had disappeared. What was she like now? Was she even still alive? She tried to picture her cousin's face but saw only a blurred outline of auburn fur.

The stargirl trudged gloomily through the snow besides a trail carved by an old caribou, its scent a welcome distraction that served to ground her spinning thoughts. There was nothing more they could have done; all options had been exhausted and - from Yura's perspective - her mother needed her now more than ever. 

Pausing to examine the tracks, she noted an odd pattern as if the cadence of its trot had been altered by a limp. Perhaps that was why the beast had separated from its herd - a welcome opportunity for a hungry wolf.