Alpine Lake i still got the choice

Sadey snorted. Never knew there to be any prince charmin mess mate. She didn't believe in happy endings. There was contentment, perhaps a small ghost of a chance of brief happiness, but nothing like fairy tales.

She smoothed out her features and then made a sort of sagging motion. As if she could barely walk. It wasn't hard to adopt the gait she had all those months for her ribs, because they still pained her sometimes. Those grey eyes filled up with weakness and she sniffled once or twice. Rubbed her paws through her fur and across her face. Haggard and mussed, she looked her part.