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Nayeli's heart was pounding against her rib cage - the tempo of it had been increasing over the last few days as she drew closer to her destination, until it felt as if her heart was trying to climb up her throat and escape. Even so, she paused only when she had to, wasting only the minimum amount of time possible on mortal afflictions like resting or eating - the closer she got, the more worry and adrenaline she felt, but she could not stop, or bear to slow her flight even a little. She needed to get back... home? It was what she'd have called that one, special chunk of the Lore, and yet now, she ached with fear as her paws beat along the familiar path. Snows melted away as she ran, decayed leaves lifting from the earth to adorn branches again - time seemed to spin backwards upon itself, but the strangeness of all this was lost upon the she-wolf. Nayeli had enough attention to spare for only one task - to get to Oak Tree Bend , no matter what. The forms of @Triell @Zera and @Darrah and the others seemed to be darting just ahead of her in the dense foliage, yet she could never quite catch up with them - only capture faint glimpses and impressions, no matter how hard she ran - since when could they outrun her so easily? Damn this foot....
At last she reached the old familiar meeting place - but as she rushed through the verge of green out into the open, the spell of summer splendor fell out of rhythm, shattering upon itself. A dusting of snow lay upon the barren ground, enough to show definitively that no one else had tread here in quite some time. There were only scattered stones where the pack's den had been, and littered about beneath the once-grand, now skeletal oak trees were dead branches - or were they bones? An anguished howl broke out from her throat, but even as she jumped forward and clawed at the snow to investigate them, the illusion was gone.
She awoke, her sides heaving, shivering against cold. This night, she'd made her camp beneath a recently fallen tree - or rather, a perfectly good enough shelter for a wolf just passing through. As she'd thrashed in her sleep, she had managed to shake snow down through the branch-roof above, showering herself with the cold white stuff. Despite the chill, she was glad to have been awoken from the dream. She had slept long enough - the first dim light of dawn was already beginning to creep in and lift the blackness of night, and she wanted to get moving. Her paw felt well enough this morning, too - better than last night, at any rate. Going back to sleep was out of the question, and she didn't dare linger. If only she could get back, at least she would know, one way or the other. She hoped all would be well, but these fever-like dreams spoke to her fears - what had become of everyone in the Bend, everyone she cared about? And, if they were all all right, as she hoped, would they welcome her back? It wouldn't be easy to explain everything that had happened - she still hardly understood it herself - but it was the best case scenario she could foresee. These questions didn't slow her paws, but rather spurred her on. She couldn't have lived with herself if she didn't try to return - and she wan't sure she could afford to take her time. It was quite possible that time was of the essence, danger could still follow behind her quite easily. If that were the case, she had little chance unless she made it back home.
It had been several hours, and the sun was high but sickly in the sky, rapidly being crowded out by heavy clouds, when she saw what she'd been looking for - the tell tale hint of blush of the red hills spreading out before her. She pushed onward, a smile forming on her jaws even as her heart thrummed a mile a minute - and she finally allowed herself to really believe she might make it. Her paw, which had felt alright that morning, had begun to throb with a dull but insistent ache, but there was a definite surge of energy in the dark woman's steps as she loped over the cold ground, the hills drawing nearer and nearer. When the rust-red earth was underfoot, she let out the first call, wondering who, if anyone, would hear it. She didn't pause, instead pressing onward toward the Bend, letting out another howl every few minutes. And they continued to echo back to her ears without reply, sounding forlorn against the empty landscape. Surely this winter hadn't been as harsh as the last, she thought, but at the moment it felt more desolate than she could stand.