notes: takes place on the border. Night, cool, light rain
After her little oopsie the other night with Drestig, Sahalie decided it would be best that she commit the border to memory. If this was to be her home she would have to figure out just how big her world was allowed to be. She didn't want anyone interfering with this activity, and so she found herself sneaking out of the den in the dead of night. Hopefully Drift didn't wake up without her there next to him. Spieden was almost rarely in the den these days now that they had started eating "real food" — an idea that Spieden had pushed on them with just a hint of pressure — so it wasn't like she would be notice Sahalie's absence and come after her.
The dark bundle was free to move as she pleased in the dark forest of her home. It was hard to comfortable with it still. There was no moon to illuminate her path out here where the trees were thicker. But at least the pawsteps had been well worn by her family members. Their scents were there to guide her, she knew that now. She breathed in the thick, oak-laden odor that lead out some miles until, suddenly, as if she had tumbled over the edge of a cliff, the smell of home rose to an ultimate crescendo and died away. Her eyes widened. Immediately she back-pedalled to the safety of what knew now must have been the border. She knew it for sure.
The Triell's youngest daughter closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. She could smell dad in there, along with Spieden and Jessie and Drestrig, and the others that she didn't know so well. They were all here. But unlike back at the den, there were no signs of herself, of Drift. The two of them had not yet been this far. She pouted slightly.
Before she could even think to leave a marker, the skies suddenly opened up and rain drops began to fall quite suddenly, quite softly over the forest. The scents of home, to her genuine surprise, began to fade from her nostrils. It was as if she had stuck her nose so deep into her brothers fur that she could smell nothing. Sahalie whimpered quietly. What made it home if it did not smell the way home did?