Blacktail Deer Plateau She's gone!

Sounds good!

Rage filled each and every paw step that the sihlouette took. Her hackles were flailing up and down, running up and down her spine. Furious was a small word to describe the inside of Silver, for hell was already rumbling inside of her devious mind. The disbanding took place quickly, and silver didn't feel like any of those wolves would stick together.

She didn't take enough notice to Issun following her, for her mind was too consumed with the demons that were telling her to strike at something, hurt something, blame something. And she was trying so hard to not let them win. She soon stopped in her tracksm wanting to take notice on where she was.

Lifting up her once sunken muzzle, Silver's eyes looked around the dead trees and barren ground of the outer lands. she could feel her heart pount against her chest, for her paws nearly pushed her to go and run. yet, something held her back, an unknown force. something wanted her to stay behind, whether it was the love she had for the moonlit wolves, or just the comfort of knowing home in the land.

Silver shook her head fiercely before taking off, not even daring to look behind her. She didn't want to look behind her, for she was not going that way.