Lost Creek Hollow lady in the water

11 (edit: your lucky day!)

With luck on her side, Root has taken up residence in a new pack.  Her spirit having long since broken and her hope dwindled, has rekindled enough to believe things might one day return to normal.  Her health will return optimum, her faith restored, and she will be useful to her new home.  The screams still linger in the back of her mind, the cries for help, but she hadn’t looked back.  There was nothing she could go.  Going back to see the wreckage would have caused more harm than good and, so, Root moves forward without looking over her shoulder.  

She can’t endure to see the damage unfolded so many weeks ago. She has keep her gaze in front of her, blinders to each side of her face, healing both physically and mentally.

Even though her feet ache from travel and she’s been given reprieve in this new place—Lost Creek Hollow—so long she proves herself worthy.  The skills she provided the leaders should be a walk in the park.  She wouldn’t have listed them if it were not the case and as long as time is on her side, for once, she might be able to pull it off.  Birthright and family has little pull in a foreign land.  She has their trust, however minor it may be, for now.

When she crosses path with another canine, she hesitates.  Several yards away she stands to watch the coyote, hurrying in his adventure to who knows where.  Root doesn’t know her geography of the land just yet but there hadn’t been mention of a coyote living in the land; that would be important, right?  For security, so wolves like her might not try to chase it away.  A low rumble occurs deep in her chest and she takes a few steps forward, not bothering to keep herself silent.  Her body is hunched enough so she can spring forward when noticed—and if he doesn’t notice the stalking, she can take him down.