Fox's Glade the very flower you chose that day

ping for visibility! (or u can join idm)

tiqiak wanders through the meadow, her paws pressing softly into the damp earth. the air is cool, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers and distant rain, but the weight of her travels lingers heavy in her bones.

her tired eyes scan the horizon, searching for any sign of what she seeks. in her mouth, she carries a small bundle of dried muskox, carefully wrapped in soft sheepskin, a gift for her sister, whenever their paths cross again. each step brings her closer, the trail growing shorter with each passing day.

soon, she hopes, she will find @Rala. her heart, weary yet resolute, carries the quiet ache of longing, but also the steady warmth of hope.