Golden Glade Born of fire, bound to nothing

She had once been told that when one was in conflict with themselves it could often manifest in pain. Mictec would have preferred a wound, something that she could see that had reason to hurt. Instead, she had found herself at a crossroads where she could follow the ideals planted in her by the unfeeling and calculated madre or perhaps something more meaningful.

When the first snow fell was when she had first stepped foot into the glade, awestruck how differing it was from her birth pack. She did not know how many days she had spent exploring the area and found no desire to leave given the multitude of visions that have come to plague her dreams. But she had begun to find solace, begun to let herself bathe in the moon light once more as she felt renewed energy returning to her hunt in the shadows. 

Mictec unknowingly begun to embark on a spiritual journey, the one her bloodline deemed to be her destiny. Her exile had convinced her that this would no longer be her path and yet she found herself with new purpose, one all in dedication to her abuela. The result was she decided to place her first marker, she would prove the madre wrong, and for the first time, excitement made her wag her tail, rustling the decaying leaves into a chorus of acceptance that seemed to drown any sensation of pain she felt.