10-04-2009, 02:22 AM
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The sun shown brightly as it rose, Emma resting at the mouth of a cave she was forced to sleep in. She did not get much rest that night, even with Godelieve at her side and Hemming telling her it was all right. She was two months old and worrying more than she should, trying to figure out the best way to get to her father. Her mind, as young as it was, could only go so far so she went in circle with her thoughts and never came to an ending that was good enough but instead a bunch of dead ends that frustrated her. Emma thought Zaramama was going to take them all the way to their father but they were stopped short when his scent out there was diminishing and she was running out of time to track him.
Her head rested against her paws as she looked at the surrounding, taking in the sight of her home (which she deemed temporary until she could figure out what to do). None of it meant anything to her and she did not commit anything to memory for the moment. Her head turned to look at Godelieve, asleep in the corner, and Hemming resting himself in the back. Carefully, and doing her best to stay silent, she picked herself up and left the mouth of the cave. At two months, she should be happy in her den with her mother and unable to go too far without permission. Instead, she was forced to survive on her own and do her best to put her life back together when her mind could barely comprehend everything going on. Her nose was in the air and on the ground at different times, unable to find the scent that belonged to her father or her brother.
Not a few yards away from the cave, the girl collapsed tiredly on the ground, face between her paws and whimpered. She was tired, unable to eat because of the stress, and now she could not think of anything else other than the idea that she might never see her family again.
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Her head rested against her paws as she looked at the surrounding, taking in the sight of her home (which she deemed temporary until she could figure out what to do). None of it meant anything to her and she did not commit anything to memory for the moment. Her head turned to look at Godelieve, asleep in the corner, and Hemming resting himself in the back. Carefully, and doing her best to stay silent, she picked herself up and left the mouth of the cave. At two months, she should be happy in her den with her mother and unable to go too far without permission. Instead, she was forced to survive on her own and do her best to put her life back together when her mind could barely comprehend everything going on. Her nose was in the air and on the ground at different times, unable to find the scent that belonged to her father or her brother.
Not a few yards away from the cave, the girl collapsed tiredly on the ground, face between her paws and whimpered. She was tired, unable to eat because of the stress, and now she could not think of anything else other than the idea that she might never see her family again.