She was home, sort of.

This place hadn’t been home for her since she was a child. Home became the lands beyond, the world around her. Home became the vast expanses that were the free lands, home was everywhere. She found out that she was not to be rooted on one spot for long, her close brush with death had been eye opening. She was no healer like her mother, she was still wary of the plants that could bring life or death with one small mistake of what they looked like. However, the small, feminine girl had found her place in the freelands of the world, hunting and helping herself to what the entire world had to offer and not just the space of the mountains. She didn’t know where she had gotten such a feeling from, she didn’t know of her lineages, who they were and how they acted, there was no dislike towards her family just lack of knowledge. She only really knew her parents and littermates. Everyone else was pretty much a mystery to her. She had found something in freedom and perhaps that was why she was coming back to the mountain lands. Something felt off about today, like part of her fell off though she didn’t really know why.

She moved with ease up the mountain slopes, golden form finding footing with ease despite her slight size. Panik hoped her parents and siblings were well, though soon she would find not all was well, and that little piece of her that was gone well, it made since. The call chilled her to the bone, cold like no other setting upon her features. She is calm though, not shaken just as her mother. Though a storm brewed in her at the lost she knew not all was lost. However, it didn’t stop her from picking up her pace so that her mother wouldn’t be alone for long. Panik’s soft brown head soon was crossing the threshold of the den’s entrance and her golden body that was similar to her father’s soon to follow.

”Mother.” Panik says softly, apparently this was why she decided to come back now of all times, her mother needed her, perhaps hearing her words, what she learned in the freelands would help soothe the break of her soul. ”We will see him again someday. Death is not the end, it simply looks that way.” She is not sure if it will help her mother. Losing a soul was more than just losing someone. She knew of the bond they shared and perhaps while they did not have an entirely conventionally love for one another it was still love. She was sorry it was now that she was here and not before, she wished she could have spoken to him one last time before passing to the next world but now there was nothing she could do.

She moved forward pressing her head to the side of her mother’s neck trying to comfort the older woman. They were elders in all sense of the words, she wondered when sleep would not end for her someday, if she would be taken soon because the loss of her father. It happened it was certainly not unfathomable. Yet, something told Panik she would be hanging on for a while longer. For them if nothing else.