Dragoncrest Cliffs The Weak are Curel

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She stood over the cliffs, looking down at the ominous fall. Her silver orbs tracing the waves as they crashed upon the earth. She scowled at the earth, thinking of times past. Of Alder, and Aspen, her leaders. Or what they used to be. She couldn't stop the anger that welled in her chest. Stamping her paw against the hard rock, she dropped her head letting it hang, her snout amost touching the ground. She stood in the territory of another, under the command of another. And yet she could find no fault in it. Slowly, inch by inch, her anger shifted from rage at her previous King and Queen, to despair in her herself. She found herself lacking in everyway that mattered. She had failed her packmates, and finding herself in with this new pack only made her realize why she had run in the first place.

Running, was easier than facing her own demons. Running, was easier, it was always easier. As a counselor, Shalon knew she had to let it all go, in order to move on with her life. To be truly happy. Yet she found that she couldn't take her own advice. Her eyes shut softly, as water welled in her eyes. Her hearth pounding, Shalon was lost on how to prover her loyalty to the pack she had found and her let her stay, when she could even find the strength to be loyal to herself.