Whitebark Stream all advice is autobiographical

The hollow-eyed girl was an absolute mess. Her mind was in tangles, deep rotted knots attempting to untie and eventually breaking. She had no idea what to do. What the hell had happened? Everything had been going so well, the young, spirited girl was fairing wonderfully in this new pack, and everything had broken in an instant. She was not a malicious person, not even a vengeful or violent one, but something from within had exploded. Something from within had begun eating away at her, to the point where she was a hollow little shell of the elegnat figure she represented, her mind curled into a ball somewhere in that skull of hers. So, when she was commanded by Lanawyn, the sister of Alarian, she had not even hesitated, had not even taken a second to think about where she was moving, just instinctually, blindly followed her.