[028]
[Ordinarily this would be described as an angry stalk through the village. Inasmuch as girl-wolves can stalk, at least.
Except the stalk is much more of a limp and it's less angry than it is...uneasy. San returned to an empty den. She couldn't even tell how long it had been empty, with no frame of reference for how many days she herself had been gone.
Unable to pick up any trace of Moro in the village (what little she has been able to explore of it), she sits down somewhere and growls at being forced to resort to the journal.]
They have returned me. When did they take my mother?
[[ooc: Voice or action replies, pick your poison~ You could write one but she wouldn't know what to do]]
Except the stalk is much more of a limp and it's less angry than it is...uneasy. San returned to an empty den. She couldn't even tell how long it had been empty, with no frame of reference for how many days she herself had been gone.
Unable to pick up any trace of Moro in the village (what little she has been able to explore of it), she sits down somewhere and growls at being forced to resort to the journal.]
They have returned me. When did they take my mother?
[[ooc: Voice or action replies, pick your poison~ You could write one but she wouldn't know what to do]]