Swiftcurrent Creek i didn't want you to hear that shake in my voice, my pain is my own

AW, would love to see some packmates Wren has yet to meet!

 

Today, Wren is exploring. 
Her decision, at the moment, was to try and suppress the calls of her own body, the poison that pumped through her bloodstream. The best way to do such a thing was distracting herself. And so here she was! 
She could justify it as something like a patrol of the border - though Akavir had not given her the command to do such a thing - in a solemn attempt at beginning to learn the ropes, pull her own weight. Her eyes are wide, the gait she carries herself in stiff and wary. With every sound or unfamiliar scent, her head swivels, the ivory hairs at the scruff of her shoulders always prickled. She snakes beneath the coverage of giant aspens, the creek itself as her guide. 
She could do this. She could do this! She is a fully capable young woman who is now part of a pack!