Chimera Fields slow burn

In all her years, Forrest had never managed to properly place herself. She'd gone through friends and lovers and kin alike, but there hadn't been one instance where she'd become so attached that she couldn't say goodbye when the time came. It was troubling when she found herself to be alone which is why she always made an effort to have someone around to keep her company. 

It had been a quiet night; despite the myriad of scents and tracks, every other wolf in the Wilds seemed to have disappeared. Forrest huffed in disappointment and settled down beside the base of a tree to rest her aching joints. The gray streaks and wisdom that came with age were irreplaceable but everything else? Forrest would've been just as happy sans the physical pains of time.