Wandering off to get lost in the woods had not been Indigo's plan. It was a butterfly that caught the girl's attention. She sniffed the little black and orange bug curiously and it crawled from the flower onto her nose for a brief moment before flitting away. It seemed to her an obvious invitation to play. She bounded after the butterfly as it floated from flower to flower, wholly unnoticing her surroundings growing unfamiliar.
She wasn't quite sure just how far she had gone from her den. When the butterfly finally gave up their little game and flew up into the sky, Indigo paused and sat down to breathe. Only then did she realize that she didn't know where she was. The sky was darkening overhead and she looked around, confused.
Indigo tried to trace her steps back to the den, following faint hints of her own scent, but everything became muddled when you were sniffing your own paws.
When that failed, she sat down and let out a high-pitched howl, calling for her mom and dad. Her voice was still young but she put as much force behind it at possible. Hopefully she wasn't so far that no one would hear her.
(This post was last modified: Nov 14, 2024, 07:24 PM by Eros.)