**Pignut**
There was a sense of accomplishment in walking over the new, mostly untouched ground so different from the moons of wear in the old camp. They'd survived and they'd learned to push on. But Pignut couldn't relish in any of it. Beyond the taint of loss or hardship that this new ground signified, last night had been a week since that dreadful night and he hadn't seen her. Worry creased his every thought. Had something happened to her? Or did she simply not want to see him anymore? He wanted to say he hoped the latter, to at least know she was safe, but either had the same outcome for him. He tried to satiate himself with thoughts that he was overreacting, there'd be a lot to figure out, but the dark pit in his stomach told him too much. He sat down at Twilightstar's call and turned his face up to her, hardly seeing her but banishing the thoughts racing in his mind, turning his tongue sour, so he could focus on the meeting itself.