Winter's Heat
12-07-2015, 10:55 PM
Her frustrations about her missing mate were growing. Driving her to do things she normally wouldn't do...in this case, it was fighting. It helped her vent out the frustration that grew. Leaving the Orchard while her children slept. Her last born, the runt of the litter....was growing weaker by the day. She feared the inevitable would happen...but when that would be she didn't know. She tried her hardest, but her youngest child was falling. It frustrated her more, and subconsciously she was trying to suppress the stress and sorrow by channeling it through anger. She didn't understand how Newol could do this to her after all he said, after all they promised. But here she was, raising their children alone, and one dying.
Strolling into the range, a thick snowfall fell. Her large paws kept her from sinking, and a layer of snow was gathering on her fluffy pelt. Drawing closer to the structure that she had been to once when Seracia once stood here, she stopped several feet from its entrance. Her eyes threatened to spill tears, but she held them back as she threw back her head and called for someone to fight her. Her message was clear in what she sought, and whether she won or lost, at least she'd feel something besides the hurt she felt in her soul, no matter how temporary. |
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