Save me from my selfish pride

Boy, she'd been up to absolutely nothing of interest. So, that was pretty frustrating. Mostly she'd tried to stick closer to Dragon after they'd done their best to work things out. A lingering feeling of guilt hung over her like a dark cloud and it was honestly really stupid because... well, she'd never really dealt with repercussions for her actions until she'd met him and it was a little upsetting to find herself feeling like the actual worst wolf on earth.

Grumbling to herself, Iskra dipped a paw in the lazily winding river, shivering when she felt how icy cold the water was. Alright, so no swimming related activities. Brr. Casting her robin's egg blue eyes back towards land, the woman debated her next move. Wandering the south was becoming a lot less fun it seemed since she'd bumped into far too many pack borders as of late. When did everyone decide to start making packs? It was awfully inconvenient to keep having to go around them. Would have had anyone else feeling all turned around by now.

Sighing dramatically, she decided to follow the river for a stretch. Maybe she'd wander toward the west. It had been an awfully long time since she'd been anywhere near there. Of course Iskra wouldn't linger this time either, but a little exploring was always a nice way to spend some free time. The ground along the river bank was hard and packed down, made almost solid as rock by the layer of ice on top. Winter was certainly on it's way. The water of the river, however, remained mostly liquid. Only little patches in the reedy sections near the bank attempted to solidify. She figured that in a really bad winter it could freeze over given how slow the water moved in this spot. Hmm. Might be cool to see, but she'd save her ice-skating for shallower ponds.