A distraction from her stupid, pathetic life was what she needed. After napping her exhaustion and headache away in an abandoned fox den, she stood and slowly made her way toward the battlefield. It didn't change; not a bit, besides the thicker smell of blood lingering in the air. It still smelt dusty and ancient even with the thin layer of snow stretched across its floor. Wren stopped at the borders, her tired eyes sweeping the expanse of it all. Barren, cold, dark.. just how she remembered it. Except when she came here to spar before her disappearance, she was so much happier.
She licked her icy lips and inhaled gently, beginning to work her way into the center of the field. Small, unimportant tracks lie in her wake. Here, everything was so unfamiliar. It was either the snow or the fact that she hadn't been here in forever that made her memory fuzzy. She stopped when she felt she'd walked long enough. She looked around, her ears flicking back and forth to investigate whether or not strangers were lurking nearby. Then she lifted her head and released a long, sad song, summoning anyone forth to help take her mind off what she had made of her family. It was only when she was finished that she took a seat and stared at the ground, thoughts of her practice spars with Bass and all her packs friends making her heart churn softly in her chest.
