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She was at the border again, hunching her shoulders against the damp breeze. The discomfort was nowhere near enough to drive her away. Letting her burnished gold gaze drift across the landscape, aimlessly catching on everything that marred the partially melted snow. She knew every emerging bluff and tree stub. Movement shifted in the beyond and Iopah only looked blankly at it. That branch sometimes shifted when the breeze blew strongly enough... as it was now. She had become preoccupied with watching the border and waiting for Hollow to return.
She was finally coming to terms with the idea that he wasn't coming back. Days ago, when he first went missing, her knee-jerk reaction had been to start searching. It had taken less time than she needed to reach the borders to realize what a foolish idea it was. She had no path to follow. The storm had made sure of that. Whatever steps had been taken and scent had been left the storm had blown away and then covered with a new layer of snow.
Slowly, as though in a trance, she looked over her shoulder towards home. She was looking into the wind now, and the shock made her eyes water. Her family was her physical life-line. If she ever vanished like this it could only mean she laying stiff somewhere. She hoped they knew.
There were things they needed of her: Hunting, defending the borders, helping to raise the pups. A fresh wave of anguish pressed her ears flat to her skull. She whined delicately at a sudden image of dark-furred blue-eyed pups. She had to go back, if only to reassure herself that they were all safe and present. And she would, in just a moment.
(This post was last modified: Mar 31, 2014, 07:59 PM by Iopah.)