Whispers
The day was young! Heather knew that as soon as she rose from her own den. Some nights it was a little lonely, missing the one she shared with her father and siblings. However she felt she should value her independence somehow and having her own den was only one thing. She was the princess, that meant spending an indefinite amount of time with her own father learning how to run a pack into its roots. She herself didn't know if she'd ever be ready, but of course she ambitiously wanted to fight for the position she had. She forever would - after all she knew there was nothing set in stone. If she slacked off or simply just took the position for granted there would be back lash involved. Letting the thoughts sink in, her tail flicked nervously at its tip. The gray appaloosa female was always terrified she was going to do something wrong. She tried to ask questions and learn from those around her, but some days she knew it didn't feel like it was enough. Especially when she felt like her head was not screwed on straight so to speak. Trying to let the thoughts slide she finally started to walk forward from her den deeper into the falls. Her head looking up at the top of them, where she had told her father what she felt like.
She remembered telling him simply and sadly that while their mother had been gone, he had not. That was more proof than she could ever give him credit for his own love. Heather wanted to consider herself close to her father, but some days it felt like she was building this fake outlook on life and those around her. Head swarming that she was a burden, until she stomped the thoughts down and continued on with her life. She sat at the waters edge and looked at her reflection within the glistening waters that rippled from the falls. |
Leo as Heather's father is free to crash her threads as he see's fit. Lionel as her close brother is also allowed to do the same.