The Bracken Woods i can't breathe

Uriel was tired. She was so tired- but pushed herself to the max. A workaholic, but she knew it needed to be done, even if it was bad to herself. The lioness would tell the others to relax, there is no rush to the claim.. Yet, she was. A hypocrite, she knew what she said and did the opposite, the words that was taught out was some she did not follow. Forgiveness? Yet she still held negative feelings against Legion, and what they had done to her amongst the beautiful maples. Skyward was all about new beginnings, yet it seemed hard when the beginning she tried was not the best.

She was so tired. Sleepless nights to work, to fill a cache that was long gone by the time she went back, and to scare off intruders. Unwanted foxes, coyotes, badgers and others. Yet she needed the wolves, but either they never come, or she missed their scent by days. The mark either does too good, or not good at all. It was troublesome.

Uriel laid down in the snow, feeling just so tired. Silvers seemed to droop downwards, but she didn't wish to. Needed to watch- make sure everything was ok. Hemlocke was sleeping for it was day, she did not know where Holly was, and Nigaq.. Too new. She still had no idea what to make of her, who was so willing to join a group without anything to them but a name, and even that was hard enough.

Tired. The pheonix needed a rest.