Learn to live with the unimaginable

Gwynevere was resting on the window bench in her room, just settling in to attempt a nap, when she heard Ulric's howl. A tired sigh immediately left her and she unwillingly opened her mint and lavender gaze, yawning as she lifted her head. Sleep continued to elude her at night and during the day she tried to steal small naps here and there since it seemed to be easier to sleep in small increments than to try and sleep all night. However, during the day there always seemed to be something to keep her from napping as well so she just ended up constantly exhausted. She supposed that the one bright side to this was that her mind was usually too worn out to spend much time thinking about the states their mothers were in and instead just walked around in a bit of a haze, going though the motions and just trying to adapt to what felt like her new normal.

Pulling herself onto her paws, she began to make her way out of her room and down to the meeting hall, Eilwen coming to perch on her shoulder just as she began to walk out into the hall. She made her way there moderately slowly so she wasn't surprised to see that most of the pack was already there when she arrived. She didn't particularly feel like sitting next to anyone so she found a spot off to the side, close enough to some of her siblings to not draw attention to herself for sitting alone, but far enough away that it was likely no one would talk to her. She looked up at Ulric and tried to look attentive and not fall asleep in the process.

Gwynevere | Eilwen