Blackfeather Woods Darkened soul, darkened actions

@Burke

Patiently, she waited for the ache to subside. She would be fine, just a little head hurt, she was. Actually, she couldn't remember what had happened. It must have been a faulty branch that knocked her out. She remembered noticing the rotten bark, ready to collapse any second but she couldn't recall what caused her to travel under it. It was unlike her to mess up in such away, she almost felt ashamed because of it. But that had occurred hour's ago and she was in perfect health, nobody could tell her different.

She picked herself up from the red covered ground, where she was currently residing. Shaking herself, she recovered from the weary state she had been in and started to run. The cool air felt comforting as it rippled through her fur, clearing her mind of any ailments she still carried. The broken ground crunched beneath her feet as she leaped over a fallen tree, already sprouting moss. But the warm days were now residing and the winter air blew a little stronger everyday. But she needn't worry, she had located a den, near the Grove that was comfortable enough to spend the nights.
Circling back around, she retreated back to the Grove where she plunkered down to take a breath. She didn't expect any visitor, she wasn't so popular among the rest so she didn't care for how she looked. And frankly, on any day, she didn't care about what other's thought of her. No doubt she was in ill mind of many but as long as she got the job done, nothing else mattered. She did however wonder what it was like to be.. liked. Her world would be different if she wasn't so stuck up and arrogant to everyone around her, she knew. But she couldn't help the way she acted. It was involuntary, her temper and her attitude.
But she was here to work, to train, to achieve and no comments or opinions would stand in her way. She had let them before and she wouldn't go back. Ever.