step up

There were certain things she'd been putting off for too long that she'd intended to do, but it was always something she'd figured on doing later, or hoping that Aurielle would do them. She'd had so much else to do, that they kept getting put off more and more, and now that there wasn't much more time left to put things off she was forced to re-prioritize and try to do them when she was nearly at the end of her strength. She regretted that she'd never ended up being able to set up a fight training as she and Amos had discussed. She hoped the young man would take the initiative and do it himself. But there was one male that hadn't taken the initiative, however long she'd waited and hoped he'd do so, and so now it was upon her to do something about it.

It was one of her good days, which was becoming rarer and rarer as winter ground on. Which was to say, that she wasn't feverish, and she had enough energy to leave the den site and walk carefully and slowly through the territory and stretch what was left of her muscle despite the ache between her protruding ribcage. But a good day could do little to improve the dull harshness of her coat, or the skeletal form that was all that was left of the once-vigorous warrior. She made it as far as stepping over into the plains, stopping to rest often, before she admitted she was too worn to go further. There she lifted her head and called for Laisren, the young alpha's uncle. She and he needed to have words.