The Heartwood who doesn't say a word,

styx. This was ultimate madness. How had she not found her brother by now? Katrina had now stopped looking, finding that it was just too difficult to find him when she wasn't even sure he was still here. His scent had been found somewhere but it seemed to disappear, where she assumed that he had gone for a swim and lost his scent altogether. Perhaps the rain had deterred it? With a sigh she sat her butt down upon the ground, feeling completely overwhelmed that she was so pathetic that she couldn't even track down her own brother. He was doing a pretty good job of unintentionally (or intentionally) avoiding his sister. It was then that she decided to just give up. As soon as she thought it she did feel a bit relieved, realizing that this left her with a completely open agenda where she could do anything. This time she might be able to walk across a new place without passing it all by because it was the last thing on her mind. She could begin her journey home since there was nothing here that really called her attention. No one here had really stunned her attention and willed her to stay, so why bother? Her parents would be happy to have their daughter back in the pack and they would surely welcome her with loving arms... but there would be no independence. No new places to explore and nothing to see, just the same old thing and the same old family to turn to. If she were to stay here, there would be at least something new to start with. She could be someone completely new, untouched and unchanged. Simply a blank state -- it sounded fabulous but where could she even start with restarting her life? This place was such a mystery to her and she didn't know the first thing of what to do. She doubted her parents had ever expected her to leave them for longer than a month and hadn't told her what to do when joining a pack. Well, that certainly through her suddenly amazing idea out the window. I guess it's back home you go, mudpie.