What A Waste!

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Beauty surrounded her, but the lovely she-wolf could hardly see it. Her thoughts were clouded from the world she lived in and prevented any of it from registering, though on any other day she might have enjoyed the view. It was lovely; rolling hills of green grasses that were sporting strong new growths thanks to spring, scattered over with different colored blooms from the flowers that had taken root here and thrived in this sort of temperate climate. She may even have tried to pluck one from its stem and attempted to set it somewhere upon her head so that it peeked out from behind one ear, delicate and pretty enough to compliment her strong beauty.

Sour thoughts, however, were spoiling it all. She lay somewhere in the midst of all the flowers, letting the grasses and their tall stems hide her shapely frame from view. Her hind legs and tail stretched outward away from her with her forepaws curled close, neck stretched out along the ground so that her cheek could rest against the earth without effort. The she-wolf's lips were curved downward at their edges while her eyes stared around half lidded, seemingly unimpressed with everything and nothing all at once.

Five years. Soon, in barely half a year's time, she would be five years of age, staring at the crest of the hill that marked the halfway point of her life. And what did she have to show for those five years? Nothing, that's what! She had had so many dreams, so many possibilities, about her future that she had looked forward to, and hoped to see come to fruition, and yet not a one had come close. She was nothing more than a mere member in a pack, a childless widow, tarnished goods that, even though she kept her past a secret, were still left on the wayside. It was sad. It was pathetic.

It was disappointing.

A huff left her nose as she rolled her head a little to one side upon the ground, her golden eyes scanning upward at the tops of the grasses that stretched around her. There, nestled in their midst, stood a pretty yellow thing, not quite a daisy but just as bright and chipper. Its delicate petals stretched wide around its middle, inviting sunlight and warmth, oblivious to the fact its chipper quality might be offending the wolf in its presence. Tahlia did not want chipper right now; now was more suited for shadows and brooding - which only made her current location, out in the middle of a meadow in daylight, quite odd but she was more than willing to overlook this fact. Ears splaying back momentarily, the moody wolf lifted her head enough to reach upward with a paw and swipe downward upon the flower's stem, bending it in half and firmly pinning it to the ground beneath her paw. There. Offensive little thing gone. And yet she hardly felt satisfied.