I dream of Polar night

ooc: backdated to the end of November and beginng of December.

Osprey had thought that after few days rest she would be able to bid goodbyes to this pack and head back home, however, fate had something different in mind for her. First it had taken two weeks before the bad headache had receded, as well as the pain in her body, second - she was weak, having eaten very little since her arrival. It would have been nothing, because she was tough and experienced enough to go through long periods of no food, yet now she had this inner feeling - if she left at this very moment, her chances of survival were very low. It was quite a distance from here to Blacktail deer plateau.

And the third issue had emerged just recently - she had attempted to cross the borders to do a little wandering around as she was used to - but hadn't been able to. The further her path took away from the safe confines, the harder her heart was beating, the more panicked she had grown, until she had been unable to take her fear under control. Osprey had run straight back, feeling very ashamed of her fear. Admitting failure was a very hard thing to do. As the days went on, her homesickness grew and she often found herself taking the path that would lead her back home, but always stopping at the last moment, as if there was an invisible wall she was unable to cross.

Tonight she was lying awake near her den, her head between her paws, while her eyes were observing the stars and she herself wondering, if her packmates missed her just as much as she was missing them.