Porcupine Ridge wizened and weary

Set on the day following the PR/RJ fiasco @Novak

For a long time, Diane lay curled up in her den. She didn't move, except to occasionally start flicking her tongue in feeble licks at her wound, and was otherwise despondent to her surroundings. Luckily, no one came her way anyway. She wasn't that hurt... not physically, anyway. But emotionally Diane was much more than just a little confused with herself.

Her violence had been completely out of character. Or was it? Had she always been capable and willing beneath all the ordinances and rules of home? Was this what freedom permitted—the expression of a deeper image yet to be seen? Diane swallowed, frightened that she didn't know herself anymore; And suddenly she no longer wished to be so very still. The small wolf stirred and flexed, untangling her limbs and unfurling her tail as she began to crawl out of her hole-in-the-ground.

Shaking her entire body, Diane limp-trotted towards a small puddle of morning snowmelt and took the icy water in delayed laps of her tongue, her body adjusting to the cold as it made its way past her teeth and down to her stomach.