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What Could Go Wrong?

Tea



Asgeira

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
328
size
Large
build
Light
posts
53
player
Fox
01-13-2021, 03:42 PM

Aggie was restless, but then again winter had never agreed with her. Cold, bleak and lifeless, offering her nothing more than shriveled plant life and a growling stomach. Prey was holed up and wary, the skies cloudy and gray, and the biting wind that accompanied all of the above had done little and less to improve her mood. Today was one of the rare occasions when Aggie had become sour enough that even Ylva preferred to wander off on her own, and had done so at her earliest convenience. The wolf couldn't blame her companion and somewhere deep in her heart she might have been remorseful for being such poor company lately, but for the time being she had worked herself into a blissful sulk and was content with it. There would be time enough for apologies later.

This winter seemed to be more forceful than others she could recall; even in the southern lands of Boreas snow mounded and drifted, leaving patches of bare earth and brown tufts of grass only where the sun saw fit to actually do its damn job. Aggie kicked through one hummock, sending a puff of snow up and drifting away in the wind as she walked and mused. Fireside's lands agreed with her more or less, yet moreso when the days were warm and the vegetation in bloom. Being allowed to stay as their guest while she recovered was more gracious than Aggie probably deserved, and it rankled her to think what she would owe the pack as repayment. Demanded or not, it was due all the same, and while better than death it was still a thorn in her side.

Aggie shook herself, scattering the scant snowflakes that had flurried down onto her back as she went. She knew she was being unfair. To herself, to Ylva, to the pack residents she had done her best to avoid and most of all the whole nature of 'Pack' that had done their best by the simple merit of structure to see her healed. Being surly about her dependency was no way to even the odds, and she knew that but... still. The dusky shewolf sat, and tried to still her mind. Yes, it was strange to find herself in pack lands for so long and no, she wasn't entirely comfortable with it, but that was her own cross to bear. Even though she yearned to slip away into the night without another word neither her conscience nor her morals would allow it. So she was just going to have to figure her shit out.



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