Northstar Vale My Rotten Spirit Of Black

For the last days, Agana had been restless. Ever since the events between her and Kukutux, she had not been the same. The pearl avoided her, and if she did not want to speak about the latest events, then neither will she bring it up to her. No matter how much it hurt, Agana will not let anyone else see her struggle, her broken self, how stupid she was to open up once more, just to end up hurt again.

There she was, in the vale, padding around some trees, slightly slower than her usual pace. It was magnificent; the pale trees spoke of countless eyes that had laid upon them, countless paws that crossed these paths. Each spoke of a different story, and maybe, just maybe, if she concentrated enough, she could hear them, and listen as they spoke of their fate.

But she was unable to do so, as her mind was still there, to the events that marked her heart once again. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as Agana took one last glance to the trees, and continued on with her walk.