Sleeping Dragon we can never change the universe's plan

Rainfall dampened any notion she had about venturing out on that day, though the itch was still there. It left the confines of the territory entrenched with fog and though she had a perfectly good nose capable of finding her way to and from, Mojave didn't want to risk it. Trying to come up and down those slopes were tricky as it were, at least for the fledgling recruit that she still was.

So instead she took to meandering the thinly forested section of the territory, letting the wet and heavy boughs of evergreens rake across her frame as she slipped beneath them. It was quiet, but not in the unnerving sense. It soothed her, perhaps even so far as to lull her into a state where she was blissfully ignorant of what was going on around her.

But a sigh escaped her lips as she regained her focus for a moment, coming to pause along outcroppings of stone and worried earth. Where were the others? She had hardly tried to connect to the wolves that made up the pack beyond a couple, and well, her time had been spent so far doing a fair share of wandering outside of its hold.

the arcs — cold companion