Neverwinter Forest you're a f*cking nerd, and no one likes you

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It was occurring to Spine that she might be having a midlife crisis. The Blackthorns were relatively oblivious to their offspring, if only because there were so many, and didn't often proclaim judgement on their descendants one way or the other. But they had laid such hope on her: Yes, you'll do alright. That kind of praise was few and far between, and it had bolstered her young ego. Her entire life had been driven by the need for something more, by ambition. She was four, now, in the prime of her life— the time she was supposed to be happily ruling, giving life to puppies of her own... except she was here, alone, with two failed packs to her name.

She thought angst was something reserved for teenage years, but she was proving to herself that such notions were false.

As luck would have it, a soft chuff behind her interrupted the negative dialogue, and Spine turned to face the one that hailed her. She was almost suspicious of the other female's apparent friendliness, before she realized most wolves here did not know her. That lit a kindling of hope in her wounded, proud heart, and she felt herself perk up slightly. If she had known the youth had been tracking her so doggedly, her demeanor might have been entirely different, but as it was she offered a chipper, "Hello!"