Golden Glade Should I Stay or Should I Go

Again she woke from her slumber without company. It had been nearly three days now since she had seen Dawson. Previously his absences had only extended to one-day maximum. But as she woke for the third time her nerves would not rest. This wasn't like Dawson, or at least what Cordeila know of Dawson.

He had stated previously that they were to arrive at their destination within the next few days, yet here she remained. Restricted to the makeshift den Dawson had dug under an uprooted tree. Preceding this occurrence she had only left the confines of a den once, causing Dawson some displeasure. He hadn't expressed his grievances openly or directly, but she knew he would have preferred her to stay. But wasn't this different? Did the burden fall on him to return in a timely manner for him to ask of her such? 

With her injuries fully healed now she though a venture out for some food would be an acceptable excuse. She trotted through the sugar maple she had grown up with and had been infused into her scent. Excavating possible rodent or foul game.