Whitebark Stream I'll send a postcard to you, dear

maybe a Saatsine wolf? *pleading eyes*

The Sunspires called to her, and yet each time she made for their foothills it was as if an invisible force held her back. At first, Yuralria had chalked up her hesitance to the bad weather. After all, who would want to cross the mountains in a blizzard?

But as time passed, so too did her ignorance. For beyond the snow-capped peaks lay the flatlands and further still rose Moonglow. Home. Vairë. And things started to click into place. 

Angry tears wet her eyes and she ran, as if she could already feel moondoe's disdainful gaze upon her. Returning home would mean regressing back to the same routine of caring for her ailing mother day in day out. Even under Kukutux' guidance, the stargirl was unsure if she had the strength to do it anymore.

A sharp gasp as her paws broke ice and plunged into the frigid waters of a stream. For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.