Her stress levels were on the rise day by day, and somewhere deep down she knew it wasn't right for a yearling to look so haggard, and worn. But her brother had taken to wandering past the boundaries of their home, the youngest, not at all the one she expected. When she could, she hovered close, biting her tongue as he attempted to hide the young girl he had bumped into and otherwise watching from afar as he struck out on his own to explore the lands that surrounded the Draw. She shouldn't feel this anxiety about leaving him unattended. After all it had been proven time and time again that they were the only wolves that walked the wildwood... and it would probably be their downfall.
Charred trees had given way to new growth, the dogwood, ash and spruce giving way to marshy meadows lined with long grass. She sighed as her eyes roved over the open expanse, suddenly realising that her summer had been wasted chasing her mother when it could have been spent exploring, recruiting, hunting, and making new friends instead of raising her siblings and trying to hold everything together at the seams. Why did it matter so much to her that they stayed when everyone else had left? Throwing herself to the cool ground with a huff she paused for a moment, torn between turning back to the trees where her home was, and to just keep going without daring to look back.