Shoulders pressed through gnarling bushes turning autumn hues as the seasons changed. Leaves crunched and crumbled under her paws. Dew clung to her pelt, shining in the sunlight that snuck through dark clouds looming overhead. This was the only place that was familiar at all to her in this dangerous world, the place where she knew her family once had resided -- their scent still clung to the borders, and she approached them cautiously, hoping that someone would come and find her.

A loud chuff slipped from her jaws, calling forth a member of the Sigrun, should they still reside here. She desperately hoped that they did, that their scent was not just a trick of her nose. She sat back, wrapping her tail around dark paws. Icey eyes watched for the sound of paws against the rock that made up the cave system that loomed before her. She did not dare to enter it, fearful of getting lost within the gaping maw of the caves. She thought she saw a shadow flicker in the corner of her eye, and Embla whipped her head around to look, only to spot a tree bowing in the wind. She did not like the caves much.

úlla cannot mistake the sound of @Embla's call as she pads through the twisted caverns. as sigrun and mother, she will know the call from an ocean of other voices. it hasn't occurred to her that she misses embla more than she thought she did. while úlla's entirely willing to let her children go and seek out their own lives, she is still their mother. embla, welcome home her voice is warm and soft as she rests her muzzle against her young daughter. your brother is here too, though the rest of our kin are in the lagoon. embla has missed plenty of stories, all of which úlla is eager to tell her.

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