Firestone Hot Springs suiryū

Prideful, was the impression she took from this female, but by no means faulted her for it. Too few of their kind held onto such expressions, favoring the ease of agreeing to the higher command than keeping to their own convictions. A part of the autumn wolf could be called prideful as well, taking her own preferences into consideration rather than succumbing to the security and sustenance found in other groups. Experience had lent its paw to her decision, keeping her far from the scented borders lest she endure the haughty countenance of fools parading as royalty. Yes, that was her reason for wandering; there was no true leader, only jesters dressed as kings. “Most believe they can endure near anything for their survival,” she offered plainly, softly. “They would fall prey to the sweet words in the hopes it would bring them promise.” Her paws shifted slightly as she curled them against her chest. “There is nothing wrong with one doing what they must to survive, if it would be in a pack or otherwise. But they would be fools to believe struggle as a pack wolf or lone wanderer would not follow.” She had learned much too quickly that the path of either was not easy upon one’s heart. “I have wandered for long, and have known only of this struggle.”