It was only a short distance away from her pack. Dalgina had made sure of that, not wishing to repeat the experience of getting lost. It seemed something she was unable to avoid at times, an event that had repeated again and again through her life. If Dalgina paid more attention to her surroundings, and less to the fantasies in her head, perhaps that wouldn't be so. It was hard to remain focused on that when there were so many interesting things going on in her head though. Her dreams, the sky, the birds overhead, the flowers that covered the ground. All of it wanted her attention.
Humming softly Dalgina trotted along the flowers that she had found. It was a nice wide space, a big one leaning down and gently bobbing, right in her reach. Taking the flower in her mouth Dalgina playfully tugged on it before letting go, the flower swaying once more. Sitting down Dalgina looked over the myriad of colors. It was so much brighter than when she was young, with snow covering everything. It was hard to believe that the world had ever been as dark as her memories claimed.
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