unsteady

She knew the voice on the wind but to her it was as much a whispered memory as it was a ghost of the past. Her haunted gaze didn't even lift from the den she was trying to find the courage to enter. He was dead just as much as the rest of her family. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that Kuzon had never once lied to her so his words were the truth in her fracture mind. Good girls didn't question what they were told anyway. She never questioned the man, nor fought back against an anger she knew sometimes she deserved for spacing out on him.

Even as Rhyme appeared she didn't shift those thoughts. This was a trick of her mind. He wasn't really there. "It's just your mind again...." She turned her garnet gaze from the man who she had known as a pup, not even bothering to scent the wind still or attempt to touch. The tall and lean girl was nothing if not a broken soul. Kuzon had died before her journey started for her old home and that left her with nothing. She stood there staring at a vacant hole in the ground, debating her strength to go inside. Her paw lifted, revealing to the man a solid print in the snow under it as she tentatively took a step towards the den. Her head was down and with her courage fading her tail tucked slightly.

What if she found them inside? She was already broken, could one break anymore in a lifetime? She knew she could turn around and head back into the north of boreas, but if she did was she a coward? Kuzon would of thought so. You are a coward, your right. Your a pathetic, useless bitch. her form she knew already was that of a weakling that if she was tackled here and now wouldn't stand back up, wouldn't put up any kind of fight.

"Speech"