Duck Lake youth is wasted on the young

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The young maiden stepped cautiously into the water, naked of any preoccupations or concern she waded into the deeper end of the lake. Slowly the water level covered her chest and back like a mantle that rid her of her aches and torments. Since Silvertip had become Ourosboros, the promising yearling felt like her talents were going to waste. Jinx hadn't given her any special missions after the island's discovery, instead he snow queen had shifted her attention to Mordecai, who quietly ripped her of her status as Delta.

She was aware of the exhaustion Jinx had fallen victim of after their scuffle with the Isle wolves-- Cara had not been exempt of it-- but she was a jealous young girl that fed of the attention others gave her. The spotlight had been her cradle, and now the lack of recognition was driving her crazy. That was why she had strayed so far from the Ouroboros, searching for a well deserved rest.

Exactly what that a dip in the lake could offer. She had not yet been able to reach the centre when a voice --very rudely--interrupted her. An annoyed huff escaped the yearling's lips as she lifted her face to see who was calling her. Kaname. The chocolate coloured assassin, and one of the few wolves she could call a friend. "Kaname," she greeted back, still quite upset by his interruption. "Our paths keep crossing over, again and again"she barked with a feeble smile. If she didn't know better she would've thought he spying on her.