She once again found herself unable to sleep. She assumed both uncle and Ignis would be in the same boat, but she hadn't stuck around to truly find out. She had slipped away and headed away from the den. Nothing against either of them, but right now she just needed her space. The news she had learned earlier in the day had once again thrown a shattering blow to her and though she had done her best to try to keep herself together she was finding that she was loosing control the longer she went. The emotions she had tried so hard to force back down were resurfacing and she was finding herself in a situation that she couldn't control them again and instead of letting her remaining family see her break for a second time she ran.
She had brought herself to the plains, to where she didn't think anyone would be and checked her surroundings. Once she was sure she was alone she found a place to hide and cried. Frustrations, grief, anger, and hurt all surfaced at once and she wept as quietly as she could manage. She didn't understand why she had to cry. Memories flooded her mind bringing up the night uncle had saved her, the fear and the frustration of the coyotes closing in and her being so helpless. Her uncle had never said it, but she knew she was going to die that night, up until he had arrived at least. Now that she was finally happy again, her father had returned to create more chaotic emotions.
She feared now that he would come, that he would come to kill her and Ignis. She didn't understand why he was doing this. Had he went as far to kill mom and Casso? Most of all, once again her heart was ripped open, he had returned and had not found her. Did he even care that she was still alive? Had it been his plan to let her die that night? All these unanswered questions only fueled her emotions until she went into another outburst, displacing her emotions on the things around her. Ripping up plants, ripping bark from a nearby tree, and even shredding a nearby bush. Draining her energy until she simply moved away from the area of destruction to simply flop on the ground in a dark quiet heap of a young wolf. She laid there with her eyes staring towards the sky.
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Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
