<p>Her newly-regained muscle seemed to remember the snow-covered Earth beneath her hardened paw-pads; As if each rock, and hill had been drawn on a map that only she had access to. Celandine had assumed the information to be lost; forgotten in the same way that trees shed unnecessary bulk in fall, or the influx of rain causes the terrain to collapse and slide. Most intriguing was the fact that the last time she had traversed the mountain, she'd barely had the strength for the descent, let alone the comforts of a sound mind. Her absence had been necessary, however, for she knew that if she had remained upon the heights for much longer she would not have lived to see the Lore's first snowfall.
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She was not surprised by the familiarity of the scents, though. The crisp air that settled on the heights, the sharp smell of fir. It had all been cataloged somewhere deep within the files, and folders of her mind, awaiting the heiress' return. There was just one thing missing. The foreboding aroma of a claimed territory was wiped away entirely. Amber eyes narrowed at the realization, becoming wide as she let the absence of borders settle in. Silent Moon was gone. Why would her uncle move the pack? It didn't make any sense. She hadn't come across anything strange during her journey. The area didn't seem to be lacking prey, the pack closest to their's was still the same distance away. It was very peculiar, though she would have to do a little more investigating, to be sure.
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Celandine continued the ascent, bright eyes searching for movement upon the horizon, and awaiting any familiar shape, although she knew none would turn up. The mountain had not been lived on in some time, as the only tracks she could find were too small, and worn to mean the old place was frequented. Gone were the caches, and broken were many of the dens. It looked like more than a few had caved in, which could only mean that they hadn't been maintained through the better part of winter. She found the peacefulness of it all quite funny, as though Nature were taking itself back.
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Her heart sunk as she came upon the pack den. It's icy roof still held, as awaiting a wayward passerby. She moved toward it, her paws scraping on the ice before it's entrance. The former princess knew it was empty. Her heightened sense of smell told her that, but she had to see for herself anyway. Once inside - though she triple-checked to make sure - and satisfied that the den held not soul but her own, she laid upon the frozen ground, and let out a solemn sigh. Tomorrow would be a new day, and the forgotten heiress could find her former pack then.
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Curling up on the den's icy floor, Celandine let the darkness creep in. Familiar faces danced behind her eyelids, as the yearling drifted off to sleep. </p><p>