Kintla Flatlands sang myself to sleep last night

It’s been many seasons since she had been in the wilds. A lot had happened to the young she wolf. But she wasn’t young anymore, she had grown. Still plagued with her mental illness though they do not run her life as they had when she was younger. She had grown accustomed to being alone though she longed for her family’s embrace.

It was cold and crisp as the air passed through her fur and the female was hungry and she pressed her nose to the ground to hopefully catch the scent of prey but something else caught the attention of her senses and she decided to follow it.