i’ve learned to lose you can’t afford to / joining

[coriander.]

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The long stretch of river seemed to go on for miles, which could be doubled in length considering his small size. Every wobbling step he took barely appeared to bring him any closer to his destination — if there was a destination to begin with.  The estuary didn’t seem to have a beginning nor an end, so his journey could be either meaningless or rewarding. After all, Mama always said that if a waterway has a beginning it has an end — where it ends is where he’ll find a stable shelter. Whatever ‘stable’ means. This wasn’t his home. The surrounding area looked absolutely nothing like what he’s familiar with. Every visible inch of the grasslands there were smells, new sounds, a new emotion. What was it? It was a heavy feeling that weighed down in his chest, climbing up in his throat and strangling him. His short legs stumbled to a halt, his small head turning as his eyes observed the spacious area. Where was his mommy? He’d been searching for her ever since he wandered too far from the nest which was... Two sundowns ago. His lower lip trembled, a clear sheet of tears forming over his bright blue eyes. He had no one to protect him or keep him warm. No one to tell him bedtime stories or comfort him when he woke up from a nightmare. Coriander’s legs ached, his stomach empty and grumbling ferociously. This — all of this was so new to him. The lilac point’s head lowered, clenching his eyes closed as a sob shook his tiny frame. ”I want mommy...” he whimpered softly, lowering his belly to the ground with his tail curling around his paws.