It's too early for surrender, too late for a prayer

She was putting off the inevitable for as long as possible. Mara was no coward, but facing Amos after their unfortunate reunion was not exactly high on the list of things she'd enjoy doing right now. Her life was taking twists and turns left and right and leaving her feeling like a passenger as she attempted to at least hold on during this wild ride. At least as long as life was confusing and hellish she didn't have the ability nor the inclination to laze about. Sleep was coming more frequently, but never absent of nightmares. At least she didn't look so godawful anymore. Her fur was more well kept, and her ribs didn't poke out, the bags under her eyes were less impressive. Too bad none of that meant life was good. Maybe it was an oxymoron though, to put life and good anywhere near each other.

Today she'd decided to really act unlike herself, and went for one hell of a swim out to one of the islands offshore. When she'd pulled herself onto the beach, Mara hadn't expected much really. As she wandered the territory, it was as plain and underwhelming as she expected. There was an unexpected surprise, however, which made her glad she was not one to wander without looking where she was going. There was a ditch, a trench in the ground that ripped it's way seemingly across the entire isle. Mara found herself gazing down into it, wondering how many wolves had fallen victim to it in the past.