make me strong

Theory · (This post was last modified: 06-16-2019, 06:38 PM by Theory.)

The ashes in the thicket settled and her paws had healed enough to venture just outside of the pack lands. If she sat upwind at a certain location near the lake, Theory could still smell smoke. There was still an acridity to the air that just wouldn't seem to leave, like a vague, metallic curtain. Not a day went by that she didn't wish for rain. Maybe water would wash away the smell.

Although Shaye had assured her that there was nothing she could have done to protect her siblings, she was still moping about. If only she had been... what? Faster? Stronger? Theo couldn't put a paw on it, which was almost worse. Without being able to pinpoint her weakness, she was doomed to repeat her past mistakes. All she could do was be better, stronger. Grumbling to herself, Theo completed her second lap of the lake. It twilight, just before the fireflies would be out. Although the weather was pleasant, her mood was still foul. Angrily, Theory batted rocks into the water as she passed. Nothing helped. She was too frustrated, so she focused on putting one paw in front of the other.

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