Neverwinter Forest Phantom of borrowed life,

im greedy
forwarded to december 1st

Miriam was slowly adjusting back to life, however she still was but a skeleton of her formal self. The best she was doing was setting out more, occasionally would she lay outside her den, basking into the sun, but now as the snow started to fall and it grew colder by the days, she could no longer enjoy that simple life much longer.

She didn't eat much, sometimes it would go down, sometimes it would come up, or rather the maiden simply moon-graced wolf felt empty, she didn't feel the hunger or the need, just spent her days drying away inside the den; alone. Her daughter remained in Mal's den, and occasionally would she be visited but Caerus, but besides a few visitors, Miriam slept alone in the cold.

She had a comfort when @Jackalope came into, and she realized desperately it had been so long since she had the familial touch of any. Days spent into the den but crying alone, she sought for any warmth, but did not know how to achieve that desire.

She was cold and lonely.