Panther Park Then surely I'll do the same,

She slipped down the mountain. Away from the willows, toward a western path. The opposite of them from the mountain, and with that hope, she wouldn't need to face them again. There was the thought of all their allies, and possibility of so, but it would be so rare, she simply let the idea fall through, and continued forth.

A storm, a rage, she was a flaming wolf. Now, without a purpose. She lurked in the woods, taking shelter from the rain as temporary relief. It was a question, to what she should do from now on? It was the same feeling of being banished from the court, an abyssal of nothingness.

Now she was a traveller once more.

"Maybe it won't be so bad," she said with a hopeful laugh.