Bitterroot Valley tragische

Her external injuries were a little over a week old. The open, swollen bite wounds had eventually began to heal and were now large, scabbed-over areas on her either side of her neck. On the inside, though, there was still a festering mixture of guilt and anger, making her more grumpy than usual, and she was naturally pretty surly. She felt guilty for breaking Sia's trust, but their fight still left her with quite a bit of anger and resentment for her older brother; he just couldn't see the situation clearly, at least that's what she was telling herself for now. 

This was why she had been venturing a little farther than normal after completing her daily duties; she was trying to avoid Sia when at all possible. Being that she was his second, there were times when interacting with him was necessary in order to take care of pack business, but otherwise, she stayed clear of the atausiq.

Tonight, the malguk had traveled to the valley southeast of the glacier. She slowly moved across the barren, rocky substrate, citrine gaze scanning her surroundings for signs of life. She didn't need to look for long; a fast-moving, black and grey form moved across the vale in the distance and was headed right for her. Her snowy hackles raised a little and she let out a frustrated huff, hoping he would stop before he got too close. She wasn't in the mood for bullshit today.