When she saw the border, the girl wriggled free of lion's jaws, limping away in contempt. However, it was apparent that he'd allowed it. Declan hadn't made a miraculous escape. She hadn't come close. The fem didn't seem to care if he followed as she made a beeline toward the familiar field.
Déjà vu. That's what she felt as she gazed absently at a flower that bloomed pristine white. It beautifully contrasted against the billowy grass as the moon beamed down on Wind Haven. The girl smiled, reminiscing on the solace the scenery had allowed her the first time she'd crossed the border. Declan desperately, more than anything, wanted to feel that once more.
A foreign red stained her flower. She watched in dejection as the baby petals wobbled, struggling with the weight of the crimson drops.
Drip, drip, drip, drip...
The highlander brought a paw to her nose, stifling the considerable flow of blood that ran down her maw. She used the other to gently wipe off the petals. "I'm sorry," she whispered, sniffling at the desolated plant.
Her apology was lost among the cricket chirps as she swallowed the lump in her throat. Declan was well aware that the tears wouldn't cease if she allowed them. Besides, crying seemed ungrateful... juvenile, really. She was home.
Taking a shaky breath, she wandered toward camp; dainty figure screaming in protest. The feline would've looked lovely under normal circumstances, but red wasn't her color. It clashed hideously with her fur and dried in a disheveled mess. Additionally, her left paw jutted out awkwardly, making walking a difficult task. It was clear that Dec needed medical attention, but she simply wanted to sleep. To ignore it.
The memories of her brief stay in the Exiles were repulsive. Declan hadn't understood why her typically amiable clanmates spoke with such distaste about their enemies... well.. until now. It was just... everything about that place- about them. Tytos had dragged her all the way from the safety of Wind Haven to Exiles territory.The audacity! The effort the lion had hedged just for the hell of it. Dec couldn't comprehend it. From what she saw, they all lived like that. Gawking at her pain with hungry eyes. Perhaps it made them feel something? Maybe they were too empty for love.
Thoughts like that scared her.
The girl sat quietly, the absent expression ever present in her eyes as she mulled over her thoughts. Declan wasn't sure how to address the pain that swelled across her form, but she figured she better try. The last thing the fem wanted to do was explain to her new friends what exactly had happened. However, It was doubtful they weren't already aware something had happened. She reeked of Exiler stench.