Hushed Willows Sweet disaster

Somewhere along the way, Larkspur lost @Starbuck. Hell, she lost herself. Although she finally knew who she was again and knew where she belonged, getting there was an entirely different beast altogether. After emerging from the deep woods, she attempted to run east only to find her path blocked by the scents of a pack. Terrified of repeating history, she doubled back. Running back toward the coast was not an option, so Spur fled south, then tried going east again at some point. She was far from anything even remotely familiar, however, and thus she spent most of a week wandering lost in the wilderness.

But then she found a river and after slaking her thirst and soaking her weary paws, she glanced right and left along its bank, then arbitrarily selected a direction: north. Exhausted and frightened, she walked alongside the water for a long time, eyes staring unfocused at the patch of ground in front of her feet at any given time. Occasionally, she glanced upward to gauge her surroundings. During one such inspection, her big blue eyes clapped upon a familiar landmark and Larkspur's heart leaped into her throat. She immediately burst into tears.

From Horizon Ridge, she began running, ignoring her exhaustion as the lands grew more and more familiar. Then, finally, she spotted Hushed Willows in the distance. "Mommy (@Harlyn)! Daddy (@Mordecai)! @Silas! @Pippin!" she screamed breathlessly even as she galloped toward the borders.