Rising Sun Valley It's kind of like those sunsets

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She returned from her hunt with a fresh kill, only to find there was no mouth to feed. She was left with simmering suspicion, which fed her insecurity. @Reverie did not need to be bed-ridden, so it was normal for her to have gone out- maybe she went to get a drink. Maybe she wanted to stretch her legs. But Moss couldn't snuff the thought that perhaps Reverie had gone to look for Lestan. Begrudgingly, she wanted closure, and willed for Reverie to return within the next hour. She waited, unwilling to surrender to her thoughts, wanting to give Rev some of her trust, assuming she would mosey back so they could spend the night together again. 

But the silence stretched for far too long- and there was no sign of the sun-kissed blonde by the time the sun set. 

Convincing herself she was being responsible, not smothering, she left the area, and followed the most recent trail left behind that she could track. To her dismay, it led across the borders. Worried, she loosed a howl to let @Arric and @Akavir know that she was going to search for Reverie. They would have known by then that she was pregnant, and for her to go wandering could be hard on her health. She felt there'd be nothing suspicious abouot her own temporary departure, if she was doing it in the interest of a packmate's welfare. 

Along the way, her heart sank. She followed Reverie's trail as far as she could, noticing the torn up plants and snipped stems along the way. The berries she'd consumed would not be good for her, or her children. She hastened her pace. 

But Reverie's trail became erratic, and led through mud, water, bushes...It whirled and looped, and Moss found herself following the same scent trail more than once...Then, more than twice. When she could track Reverie no longer, she dreaded the outcome- and loosed a long, loud howl- hoping if Reverie was within earshot and willing or able to respond, she might do so. Meanwhile, she continued to rove, in search of another set of tracks that might lead her further, falling further and further into a sense of betrayal and despair.