Broken Boulder one's her petty vogue ideals

*yodels*

The trip had been. . .satisfactory. Not sublime, not terrible, but it had been a getaway, at least. And she had accomplished both goals for which she had set out, which was good. Lily stepped across the border with a mingled sense of relief and grief, the former at returning home, the latter at leaving her wanderlust behind.

But they would have to travel to relocate. . .right?

The blackbird, heartened at this thought, called for her packmates, hoping they would join her soon. In the meantime, she surveyed the place, wrinkling her nose as the cat stench finally hit her again. (She hadn't missed that.) The animals themselves seemed to be more or less gone (or dead) but the smell remained behind, permeating through the air.

Soooooo she supposed they couldn't just stay here--they would have to move. Lily cast the boulder a bittersweet look. Her first home away from home. She would miss it.