Bellavinne felt like she'd been walking for ages, even though it was probably just a few weeks. She hadn't seen another wolf in several days, and Vinnie was getting lonely again. She still wasn't sure she wanted to go home, but she didn't like being by herself. She wasn't sure what to do. She’d always just followed orders. It was all she was good at. That, and healing.
She couldn’t do either of those things if she was by herself.
So Vinnie wandered. She stopped looking at the sun or stars and stopped only to sleep and hunt. She was proud of how good she was getting at finding a rabbit or a family of mice in all the snow, but she did miss the taste of fish. Nice, big ocean fish that rolled in with the tide and got trapped in the small pools or on the beach.
She missed the beach.
Vinnie was pulled from her homesick thoughts when she reached a part of the forest that looked… different. It looked old. Old and dead. The trees here were all black with ash and speckled with snow, and the level snow stretching before her suggested there was very little underbrush even during the summer months. There had to have been a very bad fire here, but it must have been long ago.
The smell in the air and the darkened sky suggested that somewhere there was another fire burning. Vinnie hoped it was far away. There was so little left to burn here.
She paced into the burned patch of forest a little ways and sat down, looking up at the sky. Small flakes of ash floated around her, landing on the crisp snow like a darker version of the frozen water. It was strangely beautiful.
Is it not too cold and wet for a fire?