Fairspell Meadow Survived this long without a ruler

Time was a relative size to Makatza who stopped noticing it during winter. What she did notice was herself growing larger, bigger, stronger and prettier. She was almost a year old now and her pelt grew into adult fur shifting from the thick winter pelt she had grown over the last couple of months. Spring was definitely coming now and she had somehow survived her first winter, alone.

Lonesome? Quiet. Makatza was a creature who longed for attention, and that required people. People to serve her and do as she bid them, she craved it over the winter almost as much as she had craved food. But she had managed. She had wandered far when spring finally came and he sniffed the area for markings, but found none and avoided packs. She knew how that story went.

She didn't need some ruler to tell her about rules, regulations and what to do and what not to do. She had her ways and she would damn well do as she pleased. She did not like being told off, especially not as a teenager. She found herself walking into a green meadow and she gave herself time to rest there.

She was unaware that she was getting closer to taken territory, but her winter had given her nothing of excitement, only survival. It had hardened her alright, but had it taught her anything? Not about manners, that was for sure. Being alone only made her aggitated and starving for others to entertain her. She hoped spring would bring more fun than winter had.