Redtail Rise the sleeper

Disobedient as ever, Carrion did not come when called.

She was much too busy wallowing in the absences of her once-full home, too busy feeling the threads of resentment as they painstakingly stitched themselves into the newly empty places in her heart. She steeled herself to the hurt, urging herself to care less and less for both those who would return to the rise and those who would not.

She felt no loyalty, no pride in this moment. She felt only resolution: to continue on as she wished to — beholden only to herself, trusting only her own fickle judgement, until there came a time where she would need to shed this snakeskin and grow into a new form.

Independence rallied within, but it did not feel liberating. It was more of a burden, a necessary evil that she would have to endure as long as it was sustainable.

She heaved a great sigh and continued slinking through the rise despondently while her pack gathered elsewhere.