Whitebark Stream The river will be your eyes and ears.

This post will mark Chai's exit from the game, at least for now.

The rain was relentless. It hit her fur like dozens of tiny pellets, making her skin sting. She squinted her eyes against the raindrops, shaking out her coat. With ears laid back and head low, she looked around dismally. The territory was in shambles. It seemed to be crumbling apart, the earth eroded away by the flooding waters. A fitting match it seemed, for the sorry state the psyche of the pack had been in. Despite laying low and rarely socializing, Chai knew of how much they had lost. This was the sign that it was time to leave.

Heeding Artyom's call, she fled the heart of the territory to join him and his family. Maybe there, be he and Dawn's side, she could re-kindle the spark of a connection she felt with both adults. It would do her spirits no good to go it alone. She would only succumb to her depression again. They were hurting....all of them. If she could be of any use now, it would be by offering her silent support by sheer presence alone. They would get through this.