Life hadn’t been so bad until the snow came and things got cold. Although she was a proud female, she wasn’t stupid and she knew her best bet would be to return home if she wanted to see another winter. Ioni was large for a female, that was a given but with the lack of food these past few weeks her bones had begun to jut out from beneath her skin, even her thick winter coat was unable to hide the damage her solitude was causing.
A familiar rock crossed her path, she recognised it by its shape, she’d said once before it looked a little like a beaver, standing short and round, with a flat rock at it’s side like the beavers tail. At least she was going the right way this time and before long, her paws found the flat ground that she remember so well, though the last time she had touched them they’d been lush and green, the air had been warm and life had been fruitful… now she was returning, a skeleton of her glorious self and the weather seemed to reflect just that about her, cold and empty like the terrain around her.
She had to decide what to do now; unsure of whether to head straight home or scout the area first, it was a choice she must make carefully. Yet with a weary sigh she found herself sitting at the base of the heights… just sitting and staring; cold and hungry, numb and a little lost. Then a flurry of snow began to fall.