Shadowwyn Moor vacant bodies

*waves*

Her pack had become everything for her. Though she knew they didn't like her, she fought every day for her place among them; not to prove to them that she was worthy, but to herself. Xan had a point with one of his meaner comments; if things didn't work out the way she wanted in the end, she would flee and leave them all behind. She had done it to Blackfeather Woods and she'd do it again. Though she thought of herself as a loyal creature, apparently she was only loyal to herself. It had taken some time for her to realize that.

She stalked the shadows, though where she was heading there were nearly none. This place was immune to her Brothers' intention, but mother Nature had punished the lands for it, or so it seemed. With a graceful leap of faith did she jump atop one of the many fallen logs, scanning her surroundings when the broken voice of the stranger broke through the silence. She squinted and with a hop did her feet touch the ground once more. She had come here to hunt, but the calling made it quite difficult and so she had to approach to tell him to shut the fuck up.