[wren]

Sugarsnow
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She was ok. She was ok. Alone. But ok. It had been a few weeks now, maybe moons, she’d lost track of time really. Wandering for however long out in the great unknown was bound to make you go crazy. Nothing but rocks and trees and more rocks and more trees to keep you company. It wouldn't have taken much more time to make her go loony. So fishers point was a blessing sent from starclan.

Sugar had spent a day or so here, it was nice to rest knowing you had the safety of numbers. It allowed her time to think for the first time since the shelter. It was more so a curse then a blessing. You see walking straight for days really tired you out, you didn’t have time to think. You didn’t have time to absorb. You just walked. But now she was sitting here curled up in a crusty blanket, dirty, hungry and clinging to the brief wisps of Softbears scent that clung to the little collar she held in her mouth.

She’d held onto that stupid thing like her life depended on it.. but it just wasn’t enough. It snapped and they took him. They took him from her. Sugar blinked a few times not allowing herself the release of a tear. It wasn’t ladylike to lose composure in front of others one wasn’t aquatinted with was it.. not at all.

@Romulus