Greatwater Lake It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles.

Highly proud of her new status and trade, she dared to walk with pride again, despite the scars that were scattered over her chest area. She had not sought out Damien ever since his return, and it would take some time for her to get used to him being around again. She had taken notice of the newly born puppies too, though had tried to ignore them for the most part. She'd check them out later - when they could walk and talk. For now, she liked spending her time alone or with her brothers - actively avoiding her parents. She had made plans that had never reached the state of execution, plans that involved crossing the border between home and the outside world, and so the call for her and her brothers was appreciated. She recognized the voice too, which was good, she supposed.

Racing toward the blood marked border, she saw him; the same old man that insisted on teaching her and her brothers about religion, fighting and more homey stuff that everyone was so intrigued by. She greeted him with a proud nod and a shake of her speckled tail, crossing the borders and feeling relief at finally being able to feel the grass outside of their home. Sure, it was covered in snow and the brightness of the sun (even though it was hidden behind greyish clouds) bothered her bi-coloured eyes for a bit, but she was elated nonetheless. She wondered what the man had in store for them today...