The Bracken Woods you could trample upon,

what was the point of having a coalition if they would not rise to arms when she called? begrudgingly, praimfaya understood thyri’s reasoning during their war counsel: without a stake in the wilds the wolves in her coalition could not fight for her. the commander tries not to take her aunt’s wise words like a slap in the face; a reminder of roangeda’s failure and what she lost as a result and yet they smart all the same. they would not fight for someone who stood above their commander, which was more or less what praimfaya was asking them to do while she remains anything less than what she was born to be in the wilds.

it was fair;

but frustrating.

a chill of winter’s icy fingers runs along her spine as she makes her way thru the bracken woods; mindful of the thorny bushes even if it meant getting pinesap clumped into her fur. on the scale of annoyance neither option rated very high. guided by the rays of the sun that filtered down thru the evergreen canopy above, praimfaya sticks to the western side of the forest; aware of the mostly familiar scents to the east. it piques her curiosity, but remembering her and mahler’s last conversation and the result of her disobedience, praimfaya turns a stone cold shoulder to them.