Hushed Willows what a lark! what a plunge!

@Cortez @Sunny :)

Here she was, again, on the edge of another pack, on the edge of making yet another terrible life decision and doing absolutely nothing but sitting and staring as the voices in her head screamed and screamed about all sorts of nonsense: death, regrets, the tightness in her chest; the usual cacophony she'd almost gotten used to. Cheery stuff, to be sure. Anyhow, life itself was a string of terrible decisions and resulting consequences, and perhaps it was this thought that pulled her off the ground and onto her paws with a heavy grunt. Saarth tilted her head back, heavy-lidded eyes sweeping over the overcast sky and after a moment's pause, allowed some sort of song to slip from her lips, calling for the leadership of this particular place. The sounds grated the back of her throat for reasons unknown, and as soon as she was done, the overwhelming urge to make a run for it washed over her consciousness like a million annoying little needles, itching and stabbing. But she resisted, stood steadfast and tried to relax as she waited.