Redhawk Caldera morrowind

Backdated about a week

Though it had only been a few days, Coysevox had quite expected there to have been a parade in her honor by now. No, she hadn't done anything parade worthy, but it was something her high fantasies desired— something that was lost to her away from home. There was no worship here, and no special attention: desired or not. She felt utterly alone; lost between the cliques of two recently merged packs who were each trying to find a balance between themselves, let alone with a singled out yearling toting an uncommon accent. Not that she had tried very hard to integrate herself.

The usually very confident girl had fallen into uncertainty; an up and coming starlet who had gotten her first crappy role and more scathing reviews than good. She was sulking, half in, half out of her quaint little dug-out, when she suddenly decided to pick herself up and distract herself with a hunt. It was early yet, and before the sun reached its zenith, she wanted to get herself in a good, fast chase.