Stella had intended to go straight home, but Lost lake drew the lost girl to quench her thirst with a life-or-death immediacy. It had been days on end since she'd had more than dew or a dehydrated rabbit. Stella walked almost on auto-pilot until she was chest-deep, then drank until she felt sick. At last she raised her head, her greater purpose here snapping back into her mind like a whip's crack. The lake's shoreline stretched out before her eyes, the familiar guardian rock formations reflected mirror-like on the still waters. Warm tears spilled unbidden from golden eyes. Home.
Then she was splashing back to shore, and racing along it.
Her paws gained more momentum the closer she drew to the Cove. The prodigal golden rose returned to them with nothing to show for her absence. Unable to find what she searched for, she was rather worse for the wear, her ribs and hips beginning to etch out in relief against her sandy pelt. She'd gotten good enough at hunting small prey these last couple of months, but it was clearly not enough for the girl to thrive on her own.
She paused at the border only to affirm to herself the scent markers were there, and to make brief note of who she did and did not smell there. But oddly, she could not bring herself to call out, the nerves rising in her chest. She wasn't sure she was ready to face her family again, but she was desperately homesick. Here she was, teetering on the very doorstep like a little child afraid to peek at whatever might be on the other side. What if something terrible had happened while she was away? The howl stuck in her throat as she stood there, paws shuffling in the pebbles.