Sheepeater Cliff eleven

And Amelie shared that same lack of confidence that Blue secretly held at the back of her mind. What if? It was a questioned that presented itself in front of the black teen every single day. What if she wasn't able to help the pack? What if she was only a waste of space among the ranks of the Plateu? All those buts and ifs were soon going to be answered, a couple of weeks more and she'd have to face the greatest challenge since joining the Plateu.

An eerie sense of numbness embraced her insides; making her blood turn to ice every time she saw her reflection in a puddle, making her always happy spirit crumble slowly. She hadn't had to cry herself to sleep since her real mother disappeared, now it was turning into a necessity.

The soft baa of a goat woke her from her thoughts, she glanced over her shoulder to see a familiar silhouette making its way between the sea of mountain goats to join her.

A feeble smile planted itself on her face, she glanced briefly at her nurturer before turning away to stare again over the edge. "I want to get out" she barked, with her eyes still fixed on a piece of nothing. She didn't mean she wanted to leave the Plateu forever, she just meant she wanted to get away from the suffocating sadness that had taken over their home. It was beginning to rub on her.