Shimmering Sands So, teach and tell me,

@ Rusalka Wolves

The sea decided to engulf what was once her home, yet, she stayed bound to the sands. Perhaps it was just due to familarity, but the yearling was a bit lost, on what else she could do. She was aware that there was other packs out there, within the mainland, but at the same time she wondered if they would accept her so.

Should she though? Grímnismál held knowledge on herbs thanks to her mother, the witchdoctor, but at the same time she knew more of poisons then any else. Being oscratized from the village because of her mothers work was hardening, she wasn't sure if the same would follow. It was not a life she wished to live again.

With thoughts, the reaper travelled by the beach, carrying holly with.