Blackfoot Forest and she left her land — chaos

she had returned to the forest in a quiet rage.  her anger was always silent, brooding, and when she had tantrums they were often not punctuated by the various vocalizations that others sported.  they were eerily silent as she went to work on destroying whatever unfortunate thing had her focus.

today, she was violently ripping at a tree.  at first she had worked the bark with her teeth in a frenzy, but soon thereafter blood had started to trickle down the back of her throat.  she had since moved on to her paws and dug at its base, bleeding still, using the wide trunk as a wolven version of a punching bag.

she was frustrated.  she wanted nothing more than to be able to understand her packmates yet she could not articulate herself in a manner that any but xan and akuma had been able to decipher.

more than frustrated, she was desperate. she felt vulnerable.  at any time, someone could come to the valley and tell xan lies and she'd have no way to tell him that it wasn't true.   

maybe she would feel better if she could find a squirrel, grab the thing by its bushy tail and whack it against the tree a few times — crunch! — but food was scarce and none were to be found.

hmph.