Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire
A pack was quickly becoming a necessity, even in the wake of her daughter's disappearance. She had survived the past winter, but she wasn’t certain she’d find herself as lucky again… even with Lillia’s invaluable help. Though she found she could not communicate such things with even Lillia, though their communication remained much improved from when they had first met. Still, as she lingered near a border, she offered her companion a nudge as she motioned towards it once more, looking to Lillia.
With any hope? Lillia would be able to decipher her words and make the call, acting as her translator of intention. She motioned once more to Lillia… it was broken, perhaps more abstract, and yet there was much to still be determined. There would be little hope of finding Reverie if they starved to death during the winter... they had lost her scent as well, making finding her at all a difficult task.
Her tail thumped up and down, wondering if perhaps they ought to have brought a rabbit. She’d smelled a warren not far off, but she’d never done the whole ‘pack’ thing, so the idea of knowing what to do… left much to be desired. But Lillia had come from a pack, so surely she would know and be able to help?