The Heartwood Exploration (M)

It was a rarity that Ypres would be found leaving Gull Island, as she had fallen in love with the island. However; her heart just didn't seem to belong. She had contemplated on being just a lone wolf once again because apparently, she does not play well with others... Or so in her kind she didn't. It was a different ball game all in itself with being inside a wolf pack. There where many to choose from surrounding her, and she rushed in to join the Gull Island's pack without means of looking around first.

stupid

Now she was stuck... Stuck being in the pack that everybody in the region hated... Or so word got around. Should she go back to that Island? Live in shame because of a terrible name? Or would this pack rise on its own? Ypres hoped so; regardless she went back or not. She knew what it was like to be the ''hated'', the ''unwanted'', the ''unloved''. Hell she's been there her entire life hasn't she? And she still is..
Despite this, she was still a proud individual that feigned all insults to her name due to her being so short and stocky.

Out of shit a flower grows...

She recalled her words to Verrine and Ragnar upon meeting them the other day. The stipulation was true. A sigh rolled from her mug as she padded deeper and deeper into heartwood territory.

I don't want to go back. Sick of the wars, sick of fighting, all I want to do is eat someone's face off..

The multi personality spoke within the core of her soul as she poked her head inside a vacant den. She crawled inside of it as there was room for maybe two more. Rain had infected the lands, and she was drenched to the bone by the time she got inside the vacant den. The loud claps of thunder and cold air made her shiver as she curled up into a ball and closed her eyes.