Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

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As the days drag on colder and colder—enough to bring a winter storm—she’d taken shelter in a mountain shared by angry rams that have quietened the colder it gets. Ocra is much thinner these days, having been a lonely wolf for a long time before the dead of winter hit. Finding a pack never rose on her lips, making her way back to the last seemed impossible, and so she wanders and exists as quietly as possible. If she’s lucky, she’ll make it out to the other side and have a chance to start over.
 
She’s completed her task, the search for Sriracha long since given up, and she only has herself to think about. Maybe she thinks about herself too much, or not enough, but either way it’s all she has now and with a deep breath, she begins to make her way from the cave into the early quiet of a bright winter morning.