beg for it,

Chehlia moved with the grace of a queen but the confidence of an abused being. She was in search of her family, now, and she could not find them. Her stride was short, and her eyes seemed to touch every stone as though she were trying to move them with her mind. But here, she could not smell them.

She was confident she would find them, it was a just a matter of when. She prayed for sooner rather than later, but how could she know? How could she be sure? Her nose had not led her to them thus far... And her paws and limbs sched from travel. Something had to give. Chehlia was more than aware she would need to find a place to stay, given Winter was near here, but she aspired to find them, any of them, first.