Shadewood but we go where we want to

shadewood wolves AW <3 hunting thread 5/5

Valuable.

A word that often lingered, teased, hung like a scrap of fish above a cat's sleek head - just out of reach from the slavering jaws that hungered below. She was not valuable, she was useless. The snow empress' skull was thick with spilling secrets, mysteries that she feared even to speak of to her king, to her wonderously shadowed knight. The one who kept her heart; he had secrets too, did he not? Sometimes she wondered if he would ever trust her enough to release the sigh of exasperation and allow her to help shoulder whatever weight he bore - but perhaps she was simply a hypocrite.

You're pathetic...
Stupid.
Ugly.
Disgusting--

--gasping for breath. A pool of air billowed from her lips, lingering in the air as a cloud of frost. Her nostrils flared, and ivory legs kicked back into motion, gaze wandering the lush trail ahead of her vision - the scents had drawn her, along with the distinct desire to be worth something. No matter the sweet words that fell from Cry's tongue, there was something amiss in her head, something that might never feel right - all she could do was try. Even if she failed. Again and again, one big mistake... So she sought the source of the smells, eyes lowering to examine the cracked footprint in the snow, delicately preserved in crystals of glacial white.

She just wanted to feel as though she meant something, as though she was working just as hard as anyone else to get this group thriving on the life of the shadewood - so she'd awoken at dawn and braced the chill to go and locate the prime hunting spots of the forest, desperately hoping it would be of some use.