Backdated to before Chenoa's accident. Activity post.
Chenoa left the healing den when she was sure hardly a soul would be out and about. The stars shined down at her, so bright. So near, but yet so far, mocking her. Catori. Can you hear me. Barely a whisper, more a statement than a question, as the healer already knew the answer. So far from her home, the valleys, forests, and river of her pack's former claim, how could the spirits watch over her? She had abandoned me. No, I abandoned her. Tears sat at the edges of her sapphire eyes, threatening to fall. Traitor. She died for you, and you could only run away. A shrill voice hissed inside her. Coward. It was too much. Chenoa let out a broken whimper, before turning around to retreat back to the ulaq. But she couldn't run from the voice, for it would follow her wherever she fled.
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