Blackfeather Woods Where the wild things are

@Keyx :3

Her mind had been flooded with thoughts of all kinds. Meldresi, winter, survival, borders. All things sour had come rushing back at her with no hesitance to slow. While the loss would take time to heal, she needed to get the show back on the road. It wasn't that she was heartless, but there were some to mourn and others to to carry on as life insisted. She would not be weighed down by grief. Nobody needed her grief. 

This would be the first winter with the pack, a real pack. Her home. Their numbers had dwindled drastically recently, much to her disappointment. They needed every working body to fight the harsh winter, as all packs did. Yet, it had dragged out the weak ones, the unloyal and those who would not benefit them at all. For that fact, she was grateful.

Looking up, she noted the sky above. The clouds were a murky gray, as if mimicking the emotions whirling down below. She would have to make the hunt quick before the rain came. With tensity, she bolted forward, to anywhere. Any onlooker would move out of her way for the manner in which she ran was dominating, her mind focused on itself without any other distraction on her thoughts. It was all comando now, no time to mess around without intent.