Barrow Fields cold day in hell

Win laughed at that, her head thrown back and the noise itself more of a witch’s cackle. When she’d left her home, she’d mad a promise to herself to hold nothing back, be it her laugh, or her insults. 

Oh it’s a good name. Kinda a win on my part to have it. She crossed her paws, leaning over like a sphinx. Self satisfied, in her own way.

Wandering. Dunno if I’ll settle anytime soon. They’d have to be a very special kind for her to stick around, leaning into her views. And she wasn’t sure she’d ever find that.