September 9th; Late afternoon; Moderate rain, sun's trying to shine through; 47 ° F, 9 ° C.
See, it hadn't been that hard. For the past couple of weeks it had occurred to Murphy that she might have made a huge mistake. Firstly, she had never been this far from home before. Secondly, most especially since the Connor clan had experienced in a boom of eight cubs over the span of two years, she had never been this alone. Up until now, she had never been without her older sister or her older brothers. Being the baby in the family constantly meant she had someone on her tail or in her ear or had their jowls around her muzzle for assurance or disciplinary means.
Perhaps this was what freedom felt like, she had tried to reason with herself now that she could no longer navigate her way back to her previous sleeping location from the night before. No one to answer to, no one to hold her down, no one to refuse her whims or antics, no one to bite because they were simply just not there... This, she decided, was why Quentin and Beirne had left in the first place - and, this would be the reason why she had followed them.
Murphy Connor needed her brothers back. She would find them and bring them back home or, more than likely, try to stick with them out here... wherever this place was.
The trees of Umbra Copse were not at all welcoming for one such as young as Murph, but at the very least, there was something in the air that told her that Quentin might have come this way. She smiled to herself as she walked around one very old tree, stopping just long enough to relish a single shaft of afternoon sunlight that filtered through the dense canopy above. The rain spell and the urge to travel away from it would come again soon enough.