Sequoia Coast boston tea party

How long has it been since she had good company? When she thought about it would seem like it's been forever. Out of all the wolves she met after recovering her memories none of them became her friend or ally. It left the impression that she didn't belong here. She had yet discovered why things were this way. Clearly the problem came from herself. She wanted to play with them, she wanted to tease them but she also had to resist the urge to assassinate them when things didn't go her way. Some voice in her head keeps trying to encourage that killing would make things better but if Lacinia listened she would end up alone forever, and she didn't want that.

Lacinia stayed alot around the coast and today it was raining. She didn't really enjoy rain but she prefered to wonder around instead of remaining in one place. She kept asking herself how she should act with wolves. Did she have to be passive and avoid approaching or perhaps maybe she needed to do something they like before she gets her way? She wanted to torture someone with both pain and pleasure just like old times but without any control she would never be able to do so. This complex puzzle frustrated her, how can she have control over someone if she wasn't strong? All she had was the knowledge of pressure points. She is able to strike precisely but her techinques don't work well on strong heavy wolves.

She was walking along the coast, in deep thought. The rain and sea made it easier to think but an answer wouldn't come just like that by thought. She needed an outside source of inspiration.