Wolf RPG

In the days that followed the dark woman's call from the borders, Reverie felt herself slipping further. She held Arric's promise close to her chest, one last shred of rationality among a downpouring of panic and paranoia, but even the thought of Lestan only helped so much. Reverie was uncertain. Could he protect their daughter in the way she could? Would he?
These questions consumed her, as did the question of what she would do when Blossom got older. For now it was easy to keep her safe, but Reverie would not be able to confine her forever, and truthfully did not want to. She wanted her daughter to see the world. But it seemed as if every shadow past the Creek's border was twisting and reaching for her — and what could Reverie do?
You will burn.
A surge of anxiety gripped her, and she started to gnaw idly at her paws in an effort to self-soothe. Eventually she opened small bloody wounds along her toes, her forearms. Tiny things, akin to sores; easily mistaken for an accident. The sting of it was ultimately what soothed her. She went to sleep with the taste of her own blood in her mouth, and dreamed of Lestan.