Dragoncrest Cliffs an overwhelming surplus of diggity

@Vercingetorix? Staying vague bc set after the battle

Lately, she'd been flip-flopping between Blackbear and Easy. They were so similar it would likely be difficult for others to see any difference, but for her? It made all the difference. Blackbear was a wolf who made her own name, and Easy was... she was her father's daughter. And maybe they were both her. Maybe they were the same. But it was hard to reconcile the two names in her head, and harder to try and think of the girl that she'd been in terms of who she was now.

Wolves changed, though. Dad used to talk about being young and angry, and Easy wondered - was that what she was? She knew she was young, but she couldn't figure out if this thing in her chest was anger or sadness or... or something else. Mostly it was just heavy and uncomfortable, and it made her feel as though she didn't belong in her own skin whether she was Easy or Blackbear that day. But it had stopped being something painful long before she joined Drageda, and so, she'd resigned herself to simply carrying it and hoping it would continue to bother her less and less.

Oof. Now for an actual post?

Today, she was Easy. Grayday was on her mind, as he often is because I actually miss him a lot, and so that means Easy does, too. Anyway. She was tracking a small rafter of turkeys through the ferns, hoping the group would lead her to more turkeys, since she didn't feel comfortable killing any of these if there wasn't a sustainable population. It was an exercise in stealth trying to keep close enough to track them while remaining under their radar - they would scatter if they saw her lingering so close.