An hour later, Gwen woke up, the side of her head pounding.
"Owwy." She whined, putting a paw over her right eye. She could feel the small amount of blood from her booboo on her paw.
The flat, snow colored rock she landed on had a small, quarter sized amount of blood on it.
She looked around at her surroundings. Her father was no where to be seen. Neither was the man, so that had to be good.
She was pathetically lost, and had about four to six hours left of good sunlight, and that was just a guess.
"Daddy? Daddy! Where are you! Daddy!" She called out, scared.
She felt tears fall down her cheeks, and decided to wait by the rock for a familiar face.
She fell asleep, and an hour before sunset, she saw her Grandfather, who was not only old in age but in wisdom, come from the south clearing.
Still half asleep, she barely noticed him pick her up by her neck scruff, and silently carried her home.
Her mother was so relieved when she saw her father and daughter returned safetly.
But where was her husband?
She met him when she was eleven. He was twelve.
He had fur that was dark gray, and eyes like the grass during spring.
She loved playing and goofing off; he was serious.
In her opinion, in other words...
He was very rather boring.
His mother had pale blonde fur, and eyes like her son.
His father was a dark brown, with sandy brown eyes.
His older sister looked like their father. She would marry Darrel.
His younger sister looked like their mother. She would marry Johnny.
"Vitonni! How good it is to see you!" Serabi cried, walking up to her friend.
Serabi and Vitonni had been best friends growing up.
But when Vitonni turned 20, she had to move to Northern Italy to be with her future husband.
The only reason Serabi stayed was because she was royalty.
"Serabi! Oh! It's been years! How's Dachi?" Vitonni asked, not knowing about what happened.
"No one's seen him in two years. Him and Gwen went on a hike, and they ran into a hunter. They got seperated, and my father found her about a mile away, alone, about an hour before sunset. No one's seen Dachi since." Serabi explained, saddened.
"Oh dear lord. I'm so sorry." Vitonni apologized.
"It's alright. My, what lovely chilfren you and Tucker have had!" Serabi said.
"Thank you. This is Savannah, Trent, and Julie." Vitonni said.
"Nice to meet you. Trent, would you like to meet Gwen?" Serabi asked.
"No." Trent stated simply.
His father and mother rolled their eyes.
"Don't worry. Gwen's the sameway about this." Serabi said.
The six sabers walked to where Searbi's family lived.
When they arrived, they were greeted by 17 other sabres, all of them being cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, brothers, sisters, parents, and children of either Serabi or Dachi.
"Gwen! Come!" Serabi called.
Lazilly, Gwen got up from the fallen log she was resting on, and santured over to her mother.
"Yes mother?" Gwen yawned, still half asleep.
"Meet Trent. In a few years, he'll be your husband." Serabi said.
Gwen blinked twice, remebering the boy she'd met earlier.
"But mom! He's boring!" Gwen wailed.
"Hey!" Trent snapped.