omega blues

It had been some time now since she'd been forcefully adopted by Lirim. Rags wasn't much of a complainer, but most of the summer season had passed trapped within the pack's borders. To take a stroll outside of the two territories would have been a welcome relief from this monotony, but she was trying her hardest to obey by the rules she'd been given. Time would only tell when she would be released from this strange incarceration.

Rags was taking another stroll through the willows, her third walkabout this morning. Days like this - when the sky was clear, the air was cool, and the sun was shining - made her itch for relief from confinement. There was so much more to do and see! Lirim had been... not unkind, she supposed, but Rags certainly wasn't comfortable here. What was their endgame, anyway? Did they even want her around? What was the pack's purpose?

Sighing to herself, Rags paced beneath the boughs of one of the older willows. Perhaps she could track down the alpha soon to discuss her predicament, but she'd heard that his mate was due any day now. With the advent of his puppies, all other matters would likely take second (or third, or fourth) place. Maybe she'd see the outside world by winter. Rags settled in for a seat at the base of the willow, ready for another boring day.

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