Succession

Fia had made her return from Auster yet again, though this time with a lot less emotional damage. Probably a little healing sure, but not so much of a change of behavior. She was finding it hard not to go back out of pack lands specifically for the comfort of someone's bed, and the eternal burning of her heat in her core was certainly not helping. It was probably best for her to stay put or at least not go outside with bad intentions. And not under the influence. Though she had been a little better about it, she still liked to kick back from time to time. Tonight was not one of those nights, but she wished it had been.

Shortly after the day turned to night, Fia strapped her knife and a large bag around her shoulder and started to make her way down from her den into the common areas of the pack for a quick pass through. She was going out hoping for a hunt, and maybe that would make her feel a little better. She didn't need her knife for a kill, and she'd have more fun without it. But it would be easier to skin and portion outside while she's out there. And the longer she was out... well maybe she wasn't being too careful.

"Fiametta"