A look of pity is the only reason she's alive and she lives with it every waking day.

Hormonal and prickly with tear-stained eyes. Unable to look back and still throws her head over her shoulder. Once dignified and dutiful, now frantic and lost. Elegance shattered by confusion. Disheveled. Sharp as she is delicate. Critical and yet still she cracks into softness.

A woodland of rich hickory fur, and searching eyes of the sun.

Being hunted by her greatest friend, who she once thought to call Lover.