Cassiopeia's View it's not as depressing as it sounds

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She was lost.
The winter had turned into Spring, and yet, she was still unable to find her bearings. Every turn seemed like the right turn but the wrong way altogether, and as each day passes, she retreated further and further into herself. At night, she laid within her abandoned fox den and recalled the names of her family, the family that left her behind. Mama, Bramble, Hawthorn, Kieran, Rose, Bramble. The death of her twin could not be forgotten, and yet, she refuseed to become what she witnessed Hawthorn be. Utterly broken. They were gone, but she was still alive, for now. The girl had barely been living off the scraps of what others left behind. Carcasses, the remenants of birds and small prey. There had been a stranger not too far from her saty, who had come to feed her once and a while, but he too had disapeered. The girl was alone once more. That was, until the boy came swaggering by.

The heavy footfalls of the tank of a boy startled her from her sleep, as beneath him did the twigs snap and the ground crunch, and she poked her nose out of her hole in the ground, eyes peering towards the burly boy as he approached her place of hiding. Tulip, who had only ever been around such large wolves in the presence of her mother, had little idea as to how she was supposed to react. He would come by and smell her scent, no doubt. It was only a matter of time, and as his tracks grew louder did her heart beat faster. She needed to get out. Scrammbling to free herself from the hole in which she had been stuffing herself within the last few weeks was no easy feat, for on the regular, it took a ddecent amount of time to angle her feet right and use the right amount of leverage to hoist herself out. But in the threat of discovery did the process slip her mind and she found herself with one leg out in the air and her hind quarters stuck within the den; a futile position to be in when you had everything to fear. She let out a yelp, instincively, tears brimming in her eyes as the threat of defeat loomed in. The girl was a mess, and utterly heartbroken; it seemed only fate that he'd come along.

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