Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake
The one thing Natalia had always found lacking in her father’s stories was direction… she had the basics – they travelled north from Cut Rock River to Hearthwood River… but was that north or south or east or west of the Palisade? She felt lost, almost, and was trying to identify where she was and piece together a map in her head… a field, with bushes with nothing on them… why did she have to find this place in the middle of bouts of winter weather? She wasn’t trying to put up a kerfuffle but she really thought this part of her trip would be easier. Her nose twitched as the swarthy youth looked for some sort of significant sign.
She was racking her brain to remember some of the finer details of the stories, the what’s and the when’s. The River was still nowhere to be found, which meant she still couldn’t bring closure to the story. She couldn’t tell them about her father’s whereabouts, and how he met a girl while looking for his sister, and how they settled down and raised a pack called Cold Stone Trail. Her father had always said his biggest regret was not being able to return, to make sure everyone was alright and make a formal leave… he just didn’t have the time.
She sighed in frustration, a frown coating her maw as her emerald eyes narrowed slightly. Hadn’t she passed that bush before? She kicked at some of the snow before shaking her head. “Where is it?” She questioned herself aloud as she looked around once more. I should have asked Papa to come with me. He'd know where to go.