Firefly Ravine I was born to be free

Finally, she'd had enough of sitting still.  It was too soon, she knew - but even after she'd gained the injury, she'd made the trek all the way south from Drageda. She needed to do this.

The wilds had an unfamiliar taste for the red woman now - fear.  She had felt it soon as she approached the border, and felt it intensify as after a moment or two of deliberation she crossed it.  She needed to do this alone to know that she could.

Her eye cast about skeptically as she skulked around the ravine now, but finally her fur was relaxing, and she breathed in deep.  Not near as much salt in the air, but it felt good to be away.  She would never be the sort content to stay in one territory even weeks at a time.  The ravine opened up before her and she stood staring across the depths, her injured leg carefully resting on the ground.  For an inland haunt, this place had always been rather pretty.  She'd come this way a few times back in the day, and even though she may not have seen them here, it brought back memories of Kitten for some reason.  Rosalyn wasn't a woman of many friends, but she'd been fair lucky in the few she had claimed over the years.

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