The girl did not dare to go north often. While she missed her family terribly, she knew she could not allow them back into her life. If they knew where she was, certainly they would make her go back to the thickets, and Nineva could not stand the thought. There was nothing wrong with the pack, with the landscape, with her extended family which had done the great service of taking them in, except that it wasn't home. Even Grizzly Hollow at times turned her stomach, leaving a bitter taste within her mouth at just how charmless it could be when compared to the Caverns; and still it was so much closer. It also allowed her the autonomy she craved. One day, she knew, she would meet back with them, and she hoped dearly that her nightmares would not be true; that she would not be labeled a traitor by her own blood. They would see how important it had been when she gathered them and took them back home, reestablishing Whisper Caverns for it to thrive once more.
When she began to smell the sour stench of rotted blackberries, floating up from the dead flattened grass that her paw steps uncovered, she knew that it was time to turn back. She was coming too close, and from her adventuring had learned to associate the smell of blackberries with a certain kind of danger. Her adrenaline flagged, she felt uneasy, and with a sigh she resigned to turn around and traverse familiar lands back home. It had been a melancholy day for her, she'd thought exploring would change that for her, yet now that she curled round and set herself back on toward the Cedarwood Forest she felt as though a lead weight had been swallowed to rest in the pit of her stomach. Perhaps to be alone was not what she had needed. Maybe when she got back she should pester @Kenelm for some time together, or maybe entice @Tomen into playing a game. Anything to take her mind of off everything that waited for her to the north.