She had been right a storm had been coming. But one was not the one she had anticipated. Her mind was as clouded as the sky above with fear, confusion, and longing. There was no way that Lilya lived in that forest, had such a precious little child and led a pack. It wasn't that she doubted her sister but the chances of all of that being right where she stumbled were small. It was all too much to take in. She wanted space. She needed an open area to breath in.
Even if this place wasn't exactly somewhere she wanted to be it was better than the forest - for now. She did her best to avoid the slick patches of moss or the dangerous edges. It was difficult sometimes though as the rain kept beating down against the earth. Occasionally she caught herself before she slipped right off. Other times she stumbled and almost met the ground.
Her chest heaved as she took in the damp air in big breaths. Was she cowardly for leaving the child and leaving the forest? What if the child told Lilya about her and if it so happened to be the same Lilya - what would she think of her sister for fleeing? She wanted to believe that her own family would understand but it had been so long.