Chapter Thirty Four

The snow was making travel difficult. On top of it she had to keep herself warm by fluffing out her pelt, and hunger was clawing at her belly. She wasn't sure how long it had been since she had a decent meal. Usually she resorted to scraps that were left over from other predators, or didn't eat anything at all. If she was lucky, some poor prey would succumb to the cold and she would have a meal that could last a few days. That didn't happen too often.

She had been on the move for nine sunrises now. The sun helped guide her to where she needed to go, but it didn't help her get any closer to the Clan. She was worried about what sort of torture they were going through, or if they had forgotten about her at all. Her mind kept wandering to that dream she had just a day or two ago.

That tom looked real, but I can't remember who he was, she thought sadly. She wished to speak with someone, anyone. It was better than feeling all alone in this bleak landscape. It was horrible to think that she