Neverwinter Forest all the best cowboys have daddy issues

@Rannoch -

 

The sun was barely inching above the mountaintop in the distance. It was early in the morning and the young girl had found herself growing increasingly restless in the den. When it had been bright enough to see, Lucy had quietly exited the warmth of their resting spot and ventured into the wood as it came to life with the sun. Her lithe form crept through the tangle of brush and she stepped over gnarled roots without a second thought. The layout of Neverwinter Forest was continually growing on her, and she was adapting to be a beast of the wood. 

The dark Blackthorn traipsed a bit further than she normally did, attempting to swallow the fear that bubbled up inside of her. She loathed it - the fear - and she wished that it had never fallen on her, but she knew that she could not live the rest of her life cowering inside of a den. Once, she had been filled with the desire to explore, and she was determined to find that piece of her again. 

The brush rustled ahead of her, and the shadow of a pup dropped low to the earth, pinning her ears flat against her skull. It was a defense mechanism that told her to bare her fangs, and so her dark lips peeled over the ivory teeth and she thrashed her tail against the earth. When a hare emerged from the underbrush, Lucy was struck with a sudden feeling of foolishness. The sky blue of her gaze washed over the prey animal and she swallowed the contempt she felt.