Returned home, she was glad that at least Mama had seemed to care for her well-being. Still hurt and missing her siblings and father, they chose to roam the outskirts of Jakten. The subtle nudge encouraged her to stay close and not stray far from home, but despite their best efforts, her sister couldn't tame her wandering nature. Captivated by a majestic butterfly, Discordia follows the creature curiously. Surely she wasn't going far; it was so small, and home was huge, she had some room to navigate this, she was certain. Alas, certainly incorrect. As the rays of early dawn shifted to that of full morning, the interanal nudge felt more like a bite as she looked around.

Small ears folded softly as she cast a glance behind her, before turning to look at the butterfly once more, only to realize it had flown off. They were alone, and the crushing feeling wracked her bones. She could see the peaks of Jakten; she wasn't far, but they were alone, and Discordia despised it. Her head hung low as she turned to trudge back towards the path she assumed she used. It is a big mountain; surely she could make her way back without troubling Mama too much? Grumbling softly, she dragged her paws in the grass, somewhat eager and somewhat reluctant to head home. Part of her just wanted to know someone other than Mama cared about her, too.

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