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It has been a year, now. She is surprised at how little can happen in a year, how empty the months can be. Vengeance brought with him excitement and promise, but then he, too, failed. She is beginning to think that men make poor leaders, too easily distracted and easy to manipulate. There had been that brief spot of excitement when she had come to lead a roving band for a time, but that had not lasted long; she wondered what had happened to all those who had faded in and out of her life the past year. But, truly, it hardly mattered; already their faces faded in lieu of more important concerns, chiefly, her own survival. 

The forests she drifts through now are marked, why and by who she does not know. Packs seem to come and go in Teekon quite rapidly, a notable exception being the Woods; perhaps she ought to return there sometime. It has been so very long since she had been there last, perhaps her previous aggressors have moved on or died, she hardly expects the life expectancy of those who call the Woods home to be long. She pauses, having realized that she does not know just how far she has tred into the dripping trees. Her ears rove atop her head, gaze flitting through the trees, before she falls into motion once more, moving to the outskirts of the forest once more.
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maybe @Constantine?

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