Danica had been so exhausted from her trip, so bent out of shape and sore, that when she met the boards she hadn't noticed. Had't noticed the scents were so faint, yet she truged on only to trespass. To return to her empty den and slip into the darkness. The skins no longer laid upon the floor, but she failed to realize. The mother pressed her nose roughly into the duty floor. If she breathed deeply enough she could still smell him. Her little lost blessing. The pelt had left behind ever so faint traces to soothe and lull her off. The Lieris woman fell asleep full of nostgalica and dreams.
Come sunrise and the beast did not wake, and well past noon she still slumbered. It was only when her belly rumbled like a lion that Danica's eyes peaked open. She was shocked to see no faces glaring at her, asking where she went. No @Gent feveriously explaining how worried he'd been.
It striked the woman as odd, and even more so when she stood half outside. The sun hung low in the sky, prepping to settle for the night. Towards the other end of Earth, the moon was coming to rule the sky. Panic prickled throughout her body as she grew stiff. Uneasily she emerged to furthermore draw in stale scents. Suddenly she was making haste and swiftly trotting back towards the main pack area.
She was met with a ghost town and even the pack den held not a soul within. Everywhere she looked there was lacking signs of life. Why would they abandon their home? Confused she stood, lifting to her full height and breathing deeply. Slowly the woman calmed and went through her knowledge. No matter where they were, she would find them. "Spirits help me now, for their scents are far too stale to track. Please send me a beacon of hope." She prayed loud and strong, yet with a voice as smooth as honey.