Frogspawn Swamp Olde Stories Of Olde Times

Every step was anguish, every smell, every sight, every feeling was absolute agony. Horrendous memories flashed through her mind; her family's death, Semble's lifeless carcass, Steady's smile. Oh, his smile. He was the only wolf that never showed her any hate, he was the only thing that forgave her. And she fucked it up, she ruined the only thing that truly made her happy.  He hated her, she knew he did, how could he not? Peak. Just the name made her want to vomit. She was so young, and he left her after taking advantage of a confused, naive, little mind. Her mind was so barren she hadn't even noticed the wolf a few feet to her left, and only continued her stiff trek.

Now, at three years old she still had nothing to show. All she ever wanted was a family, whether that be a group or just a pup of her own. 

She could've had it too. If she hadn't fucked it up. 

At this point, she was worthless. There was nothing left to live for, everything was either ripped out of her life or she left it herself. A soul-lacking figure, pale and malnourished standing before a river was all she was, and will ever be. The past's screams echoed in her mind. Even this scenic bog was dark and dull to her. Everything was clouded, dark, and brown. Her eyes showed absolutely nothing, a maw usually holding a faint and shy smile was thin and straight. It almost looked like she wasn't even breathing. 

The melancholy ghost inched her way carelessly into the waters, remembering for a moment what would be her last memory. Steady teaching her to fish, her first good recollection in Teekon. Now, she wasn't playing though. There was no splashing, no jumping or laughing. Just a straight, unfaltering walk into the rushing river. It was a small one, only getting up to her neck, for a few seconds the wolfess stood, staring into nothing. This was it, this was all she was, a pathetic being with nothing to live for. Suddenly, the stoic face cracked, the girl began crying - loudly at that. Her wails aching and deafening. Tears streamed down her dry cheeks before she thrust her head into the water. 

Ready to die.