Swiftcurrent Creek No one loves the broken one

Inkeri sat along the bank of the river. Moon light dancing in and out of the broken clouds. Her eyes following it as it ebbed and flowed. Her own body tightly wound, shaking. Though she wasn't cold, not it was something else. Something deep inside her was broken and she couldn't handle it anymore. Briefly she would flit her eyes to the horizon, their glow lighting up her Sea-Green Eyes.

Reflections, images in the flowing water. Obscured her white and black until it all seemed one big swirl. And she knew then, she was not right. Had never been right and she would never be. She hadn't seen Anja in days. Lucius was out and about learning to hunt, and she didn't want him to constantly be at her beck and call. She was trying to get better, be better, do better.

But it was so very hard. A low whine began, and slowly she lifted her nose into a long mournful howl. Her voice rising over and under, reaching out to any and all. Her heart break, her own personal hell, breathing through every syllable.