Adaptation

The female seemed to shift between her preferences in travelling during the day or night. Today, it would be a night. She had moved ahead of her group, knowing they would catch up at some point. For now, the woman was on her own and perhaps one should be afraid to be out on their own. Such feelings were considered a weakness by her, she had always been numb to them ever since the opportunity to kill her mate. What a thrilling experience it was and she enjoyed it!

He deserved it for even showing the slightest weakness and doubting her choices in front of their offspring. In that time, her children had seen the act, but she was able to convince them it wasn't her who did it. Their young, fragile minds were so easy to bend and twist in what she wanted them to believe and know. Especially how they would live from that moment on and in her eyes, she raised them well and they were now strong because of her. That's how it was supposed to be and how it will always be. No one could even compare to their mother.

Anya casually followed the river as she aimed to go further into these lands and see what false realities the wolves who lived here built. It was her belief that they were animals and should act as such. But it seemed others didn't have the same ideas as herself and in response, there would be a scoff emitting from her. Whatever one thought was safe, they surely didn't realise how easy it would be to destroy any safe sanctuary. Humming softly as she wandered along at her own pace, tail flickering behind her slim form.