Dragoncrest Cliffs heartache fetish

Hoping for a mercenary thread, maybe with someone she hasn't met yet!

The winter that Isleña had weathered with the Drageda wolves had been one of the most stagnant of her entire life. When she had become once again accustomed to comfort and not having to starve, then Isleña quickly realized that having food readily available was not the only thing that made a pack livable. She needed to move, from place to place, and often. For the most part the banshee stayed within Drageda’s borders, but every other day she would venture out into the surrounding territories and enjoy the sights and sounds that too were becoming more and more familiar — but she enjoyed these jaunts nonetheless. 

Isleña was just returning from a morning’s brisk walk along the bitter, windblown beach — why anyone would prefer this place to the warm, sun-baked plaines of the south, Isleña did not know — and was musing upon how she might stop by a cache and suss out a snack or two. It was a train of thought that Isleña forced herself to stop. Was this truly her existence, now? Roving maybe a mile or two from the pack’s epicenter, with the day’s highlight being a piece of frostbitten meat? It was pathetic, and Isleña thought that if Khorasan could see her now, they would laugh at her. She deserved their disdain, for she had truthfully forsaken them at this point. However, it had been a matter or life and death — and Isleña had chosen life. The Luks, though a figment of her past, would just have to understand. On she trudged, towards the caches to retrieve the prize she earned simply by existing as a wolf amongst a pack. 

She arrived at the caches and was pleased to find it empty — had there been wolves already there, the woman would have walked on her way and returned later. If it was occupied that time, she would do the same, over and over again until she was blessed with the ability to eat in silence and peace — this tactic was not very efficient though, and many a night she had spent hungry due to this preference for solitude.