With her mind numbed to the past, it was suddenly so easy to focus. No guilt, no energy expended on worry or hope. Neither of these things were going to fill her belly. And after an accidental dose of what she now remembered were daffodils (damned things looked just fine, all white and simple and smelling good), she was hardly too proud to dig for her food either.
You, she thought as her paws struck something, a jarring sharp pain to break through the cold seeping in. Her fur was getting thicker, but it didn't matter if she didn't have the fuel to warm herself up. Thea eyed the root critically as she forced excess dirt away, sniffing and nibbling experimentally. This was...a cornflower? It certainly had the right colored petals hanging above. No, wait, did those even grow in the winter? With the trees clustered here, it made the snowfall a little less dense, but still...Or was it ice that made the flower look blue?
Her head grew light for a moment, and Thea pressed her eyes closed as she forced several slow, deep breaths. She wouldn't die from starvation yet, not even after the vomiting episode. But if she didn't get something fast...
Cold water could clear her head. Ripping as much of the root out as she could, she turned to look for the riverbed behind her, a shaking, muddied mess.
⎿ "thea" (theophila) :: 234 words ⏋
