Silver Creek tell me, do we get what we deserve?

it was a frigid, icy day and her mood matched the weather. she'd spent most of these days brooding, and she'd intended to do the same today, hiding from the cutting wind that roared outside her burrow.

but maybe she wanted to hurt, aggravating the limp she harbored and the gashes in her side, letting the sleet freeze onto her pelt.  maybe then she'd feel something other than him.

so she traveled to the borders though his scent was still fresh here, following the bends of a frozen creek until her paws crossed the borders and the scent of another caught her nose.

not today.

she kept her broken seaglass eyes fixed upon the bright snow at her feet and planted herself there.  if they wanted her, they could seek her.  but she wasn't about to get herself into any more... situations.