Dragoncrest Cliffs does it whisper your name too?

she knows she hasn't been pulling her weight and it pisses her off. she doesn't want to come across as a lazy thing leaching off of the pack, that wasn't her at all! already she can imagine the words that one would use if aware of her past 'spoilt little brat used to having everything done for her' and her tail swishes angrily through the grass stiff with frost, it wasn't the truth! in reality being in a pack was just hard, whilst she was quite the boisterous wolf and always curious to interact with others, the pressure of knowing these wolves were her 'family' left her uncharacteristically reclusive. as guilty as it left her feeling, all she could think was how much she couldn't wait for the weather to improve enough for her to get the fuck out of here.

but then again, the lone life had been quite well...lonely she guessed. was there any winning to this? her paws carry her along the cliffs at a brisk stalk- sharp breezes causing her skinny frame to shiver under her -definitely not thick enough- golden coat. for now she was here and she was going to cop on a bit and get more involved, who knows maybe she'd like it? teal eyes are bright as they scan the area- for once hoping to spot another that she could interact with. the sound of the waves crashing consistently far below is as both soothing and energizing as ever and there's a spring to her step- creamy paws finding it as hard as ever to remain rooted to the hard earth.