Arcus had waited a long time to come back. While nothing looked familiar just yet, she was sure that would come. Why, she was only a cub when her parents fled the coyotes, feeling unsafe even in a large pack like Charred Ash Draw. They didn't care about how she protested, and honestly Arcus had come to terms with the fact that her parents had their reasons.
They just weren't good enough reasons.
And now that Arcus was grown into a tall, lean woman she had reasons of her own and she could actually act on them. It was exciting. Did she miss them? Dearly. Not being able to talk to her mother was tough. Unbidden, the girl felt the urge to say "hey ma—" at every bird on a branch, thorn in her paw, or squirrel looking for acorns, before she realized that her short, amicable mother was not there. Had Arcus been a human teenager, there would be a thousand texts shared between them. Now there could only be late night, asynchronous howls that would not reach their other half. Arcus knew she was being a bit dramatic, but it could hardly be helped.
Coming to a little rock-laden creek, she stooped down to see if there was any liquid water. Though it was an unseasonably warm day even in late winter, and while she was hoping the ice on the water might have melted entirely it was still coated and frozen. With a little harumpf! the girl bounced down onto the pooled surface with her forepaws, making a satisfying crunch. There was only a little water though. "Ugh."