Duck Lake ; chains

With Goose's latest disappearing acts and the russets desire to let the pale have more freedom, Oath had been gifted with just a little too much time to stew in her own juices. Too caught up in her own mind, trapped with nothing but herself and her pesky feelings. She was agitated, frustrated. Lonely, perhaps, and generally foul in both mouth and mood. The one loner that had tried to approach had been met with something as angry as a badger and as prickly as a hedgehog. Needless to say, they'd left rather quickly.

Presently, the small female was lounging on her new favorite spot - a small, but thicker than typical, aspen that had fallen and was carefully leaning against another tree. Precarious, certainly, but Oath didn't seem to mind. In fact, she was resting as high as she could get. A solid six feet off the ground. Away from any idiots. Her molten gaze tracked the birds that rested on the lake but she was in no mood to hunt. She sulked instead.

save this sad dumbass, pls