Great Bear Wilderness coming down on a sunny day.

Contentment for many was a blessing.  It was what some strove for in their lives - to just be happy and to live quietly with their loved ones until they grew old and their bodies returned to the earth in their sleep.

For Finley Blackthorn, contentment felt far more like a plague.  Not all the time, of course.  Sometimes, she truly reveled in it.  After living a life in so much turmoil (both intentionally and accidentally created), it was nice to feel at home, at ease, at peace.  It was good to not have to shoulder the burden of worry or regret, and to not constantly be worried for her own survival.  But, on the other hand... God damn it was boring as hell.

There had always been some lingering part of her that felt as though the quiet life she'd settled into was somehow lacking in spite of how perfect it all seemed on the surface.  Lately that part had grown into an untameable beast that seemed to be the shadow that followed her every step.  Fin knew the mood well - every once in a while it would expand within her until she was consumed by it.  Usually, it ended in some completely foolish, dangerous and just plain idiotic act on the Blackthorn's part.  Try as she might to expel the demon through typical means (i.e. hunting all the animals, going for super long runs, or kerflomping with Elwood more feverishly and frequently than ever before), the restless had grown into her very bones where it would sit stubbornly until she finally burst.

The beta strode irritably through the tangled woods to the South of the Caldera.  The trees were growing such pretty little green buds and shoots of grass and brush were peeking up out of the dead roughage that covered the forest floor.  Fin wanted to set it all aflame.  For a while, she had entertained herself by trying to come up with a fancy name for the forest.  Winterlight had struck a chord with her for it always seemed to hold such an ethereal, almost frosty glow during the day.  In her current moody state however, she dubbed it Bitchwoods.

Heaving a sigh, Fin finally settled down in a comfy bed of foliage (that in her mind felt like she was laying on a billion needles, but everything sucks so whatever) and began to take her frustration out on a rib bone she'd found on an old abandoned kill during her grumpy travels.