Wapun Meadow when the coffin shakes and the needle breaks

set for the 31st, AW

It is bold of her, perhaps, to venture from the territory so soon after the return of Kavik's mate. She just needs... space. Time. More than she can afford, really — but this will have to do, won't it? No rest for the wicked, she reminds herself as she moves through the snow-coated meadow, head spinning. Her stomach twists with each sudden shift in perception, but she finds it easy to ignore right now. She's too focused on the chaos of her thoughts, the melancholy sitting heavy on her chest. Is that what she is? Wicked? A witch, she thinks wryly, recalling many times she'd earned a similar title in the past. Perhaps this is her punishment for such transgressions; some twisted form of justice. She sighs softly at the thought, glancing up to the overcast evening sky. She really wonders, sometimes, if she deserves all of this.