Preacher / Am I going to make it? / Am I going up?
So much of the pack had left. They said they were going north to visit Serach's sister — the one he had spoken about with Fenru— and they had not invited her. They had left and then Anna had died. This only further solidified in Sahalie's mind that straying too far from her misty woods was dangerous. She was mad at all of them. And now that she found herself nosing the frozen tendrils of fern that had not shriveled up in the cold like so much of the other vegetation, deep in the heart of Red Fern Forest, she was mad at herself. She couldn't explain what had carried her paws so far from home when it was home she needed to be so badly. But she did not want to face Drestig or Jessie. Or even Spieden. She wanted none of them right now.
So instead she was poking ferns and trying not to think of anything at all. The wind hardly even bothered her, thought it buffeted her black pelt. How could she love her family when their was so much blame them for? How could she fix them? Did they even care? Most of the time it definitely didn't seem like it, between Jessie and Spieden's tense interactions and everyone's tiptoeing around the problems. They had kept the truth about her mother from her, they had let Anna die, they had gone away.
But these things didn't matter to ferns.