She knew now why Marianna had been so vehemently compelled to always plunge herself into the snow this time last year. Damned if she didn't feel too young for it, but Lucia had it too know. That itch, that overwhelming stench, that slimy feeling that was inside her skin and couldn't be gnawed or bathed away. It had almost kept the siblings from being able to strike out, her parents worried that their daughter, not even in her second year, would fall prey to some opportunistic male. Maybe that was why Solomon had been sent with them, or it had been his availability that tipped the scales in their favor.
But any man that looked at her cross would get a firm swat on the nose, and more if he pushed his luck; as always, the girl was overconfident in her ability to hold her own despite (or maybe in spite of) her small stature. Plus, Ryker always had her back, and Solomon was a good enough guy. Dad seemed to trust him, anyways. So she wasn't worried, just annoyed. Thankfully it was almost over, according to her mom's lesson on the season, but apparently this trip wasn't.
"Wasn't it right here?" she asked aloud, clearing becoming exasperated. Her paws hurt and she was cold. It seemed winter was giving them one last kick in the ass before helping itself out the door, because the air was frigid and the wind hurt her snout.
"Wait..." Lucia stopped in her tracks, but leaned forward, neck stretching out and eyes narrowing as she peered between the trees ahead and saw a glint of the water and the snowy grey of what must have been mountain. It was right here, or at least, had been. Shit.
"Dad ain't gonna be happy."
She wasn't happy. Where the hell was everyone?! The pack was gone.