Amidst the Crash of Worlds

She had thought of herself as a survivor. She had gotten free of the man that had ruined her life. She had come to Boreas, and woven a story that had won over the Fireside Alpha. She had met Alastor, who had taught her how to hunt and shown her a hint of kindness. She felt she was getting by, getting better. Sitka opened her up with his shoves and sharp tongue and showed her just how broken she really was.

She rocked back on her hunches as he cut her again with his tongue and stepped away. Walking away from her, as though prepared to wash his hands of her. She seethed, but she also knew she had embarrassed herself enough. She had wanted to… to what, exactly? To prove herself by shoving herself in front of danger and seeing what happened. She had been kidding herself, if Sitka had truly wanted to hurt her, there would have been nothing she could do to stop him.

She let her rump fall slowly onto the soft grass, and watch the white wolf walk away. Feeling the isolation and loneliness of her life as yet another stranger passed her by. Her heart ached, ached for something she knew she would never find.

"Speech"