Ris was very, very tired. Her paws felt like lead, and she wasn't sure where she was going. She'd slept yesterday away, which was why it had taken four days to cover a distance that usually would have only taken three. But she was still young, and running on little-to-no food, so the journey itself had felt nigh on impossible to the child. But at this point she was running on nothing but anoesis, so nothing made too much sense at the moment.
Silver eyes looked up to take in the scenery around her. There were fields, and a light morning fog, and perhaps a mountain in the distance, but other than that... she was pretty much lost. It hadn't even occurred to her that she had crossed any scent markers - though she absolutely had - and wandered into the territory of the pack to the far west.
The adventure had been... oddly dissatisfying so far. Part of her had been hoping for something more to take her mind off of Kisla, because that was all she could think about, dream about, feel about. It just hurt too much, and though it had been over a week now, the pain had only decreased from the initial shock and horror into a static-y feeling of wrongness and a certain emotional numbness. It was becoming apparent to the child that yes, her mother was actually gone, and that nothing would ever be the same again. And she wasn't sure how to deal with it.
All of the negative emotions - both her own and those of her packmates - had become far too overwhelming to the child who had only ever seen the world as a good and pure and amazing place. Nothing she'd ever thought, nothing she'd ever done, had prepared her for the idea that she would have to deal with a loss so great as her own mother. Kisla was supposed to be a permanent fixture - especially because Ris and Theo didn't have a father. It only made sense that their mother should be with them.
But apparently the world wasn't such a nice place.
With that thought weighing her paws down and numbing the emotions in her chest, she continued to wander.