Phoenix Maplewood [m]Burn it down

Sadey walked away from the pack lands. An itch beneath her fur. She scratched upon the branches and trees that colored her walking place, but nothing could alleviate the itch. She knew what it was, but was stubbornly trying to ignore it. She was not a nice she wolf, had never had been, and to try and hide her true nature, and be good. Well, she realized now it was foolish.

She held no ill will towards the wolves of Natigvik and most she would say she was on friendly terms with, but that didn't mean she wouldn't flip them sideways to get the last piece of meat on a cold winter's day, and that sort of behavior she imagined was frowned upon.

Though she knew she could be loyal, had been loyal, was loyal. But now she just didn't know what to do, felt adrift. And it pissed her off. They had left, and she had deigned not to go, but what kind of gang or pack just disbanded and moved on.