Golden Glade Born of fire, bound to nothing

Mictec nodded in agreement, the yellow piercing on her ear was a daily reminder of the betrayal of her own kin. She pushed the bark back over the hole, dusting off some of the snow that managed to fall onto it.

"I carry a similar tragedy, I was exiled by the madre." She never once acknowledged her mother as her own, deliberate in setting the divide between them.

"My people, they used to believe in the gods, followed the traditions religiously but they grew meek. Our ancestors were far more gruesome but had such intense passion that they were willing to sacrifice themselves for the good of the clan. Now, they are soft-bellied so famine and pride will be the death of them."

There was not once morsel of remorse in her statement, all attachments to where she came from snipped. If it weren't for her constant hunting they would have gone hungry sooner and yet they said she was the problem. 

"Blood may run thicker than water, pero la sangre maldita nunca poder ser limpiada."