Kintla Flatlands scared to rock the boat

Perhaps there was something wrong her and the way she had gone about things. All she had wanted from Styx was to have a friend but the more she thought about the more obvious it became. That maybe in her desperation to have someone there for her and to comfort her she had chosen the one wolf he wouldn’t seem likely to do it at all. Yet here he was, leading a pack with her and showing her that he wasn’t going to up and leave. Something was holding him down to the pack and she didn’t believe that she would be the reason. Perhaps he found a friend—or worse a girlfriend—christ, she didn’t even want to believe such a thing. To mull over her thoughts and perhaps take her mind off of him she had traveled far across the lands, hoping to find something a little more thought provoking. The Flatlands seemed to cover her new and unexplored highlight so it was the only place she had stopped. It was luscious with green grass and blue sky, it was a peaceful haven. Unfortunately she assumed it likely would not last as out in the distance gray clouds had begun to form which meant a likeliness of a storm. It was unclear as to how harsh the storm may be but one thing she could see was that it was moving in this direction at a speedy pace.