Dragoncrest Cliffs rhiannon rings like a bell through the night

Elvira didn’t need them. She didn’t need anybody. So her little tryst with the princess hadn’t gone as planned and she’d gotten kicked out into the unforgiving winter wildland. So none of it mattered. She’d start again—like always. Find somewhere—maybe someone new. Just to spite that bitch and her family. She didn’t need anyone. But she needed everyone. It was winter and it was freezing—literally freezing—and she’d been walking along this coastline for days, the tips of her fur glued together with ice and her paws threatened by frostbite. Hate. She hated it all. Everything. She needed no one—no one—but she’d take everyone.

She stood at the borders of this new pack, up on these cliffs overlooking the crashing sea, the tang of salt in her nose and on her tongue, and tipped back her head and howled. Fiercer than she needed to. Listen to me.