Haunted Wood damn your love, damn your lies

she had been searching after @Vanity, the one of the few wolves she knew very little about. her recently one position had both driven and forced her to be on top of her game. shaking up the power balance after it remaining stagnant for months meant keeping her guard up, even if her only possible competition might be Valour.

in any case, after following the woman's most recent, meandering trail and discovering it to be old after all, she paused at the sight of a snowbank. nearing, she settled on her haunches and pressed the mangled half of her face to the frigid white, gaze narrowing somewhat in relief as the throbbing pain began to numb.