The small raindrops which fell from the sky didn't seem to be letting up anytime soon. She wasn't sure how long she had been wandering the forest, but it was long enough for her coat to be thoroughly matted against her skin. Each splash that fell between her shoulders sent another shiver up her spine, and although the creamy fae should have been at home nestled against a nice tree, she wasn't. Sleep had evaded her for quite some time now. It was possible that she was running herself ragged by being this way, but she chose not to question it. The mist which usually covered the forest was overpowering now. Each step was like moving through a white wall. Maybe this was the reason she didn't notice the dips in the soil before her.Dandelion eyes attempted to look up at the night sky, but were unsuccessful. The rising mist, and dark clouds above made sure of that. Common sense told her to turn home in case the storm picked up, but she felt no desire to head back to camp yet. Her thoughts drifted toward her mother, and where she was right now. Capella could remember her mother saying something about the afterlife, but she had been too young to remember exactly what it was. In fact, she had been too young to remember a lot of things, and because of it had almost no religion. It wasn't something that had ever concerned her before, but now it bothered her. She wanted to know where wolves came from, where they went after their time on Earth was no more. Why couldn't she remember what her mother had told her? Surely those were her beliefs, and they passed on along with her mother. Did her brother know? Was there even anything after all of this.
Her thoughts came to a crashing halt as she found herself face first on the ground. For a split second she even considered staying there. Oh how her pack mates would laugh at her if only they could see her now, laying face first on the wet ground, paw still submerged in a rabbit hole. Maybe it was karma? Caught by the very thing she preyed upon. The irony almost made her smile. Almost.
Regaining her bearings, she stood. It was likely a bad move though, as the pain tore through her limb immediately. A small yelp escaped her lips as she pulled her fore paw in closer. This is what she got for wandering through the misty woods in the dark, when she knew full well she should have been asleep. 'Great' She thought 'I'm going to have to limp all the way home'. At least she wasn't too far from their campsite. Always one to try and find a bright side to everything she smiled through the pain. At least for a day or so she would have to stick close to their makeshift home, and maybe spend some more time with the pups. The pair was growing up before her very eyes, and she wanted to have some part in their lives.
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