Where we find ourselves

There was a lot of the time that Lillith felt sad, but these days that sadness had turned to frustration. She couldn’t stand how weak she was, how much less she could do than other normal wolves. Now that she was returning to society she realized how far back she had been held. The girl was getting help, Gwyn looked after her well being, Ulric cared for her when she couldn’t provide for herself and she had Ezra and now Artorias to help train her. She really did have much to be thankful for, and yet she was still so far behind in life.

Lilith was trying, she wanted so badly to be better and back on her feet. Able to take patrols and look out for herself. All things she should have been doing already at a year of age, and yet she still didn’t feel ashamed of curling up in her father’s den when she was scared or lonely. She was breathing hard, knowing if her father saw her like this he’d start to worry over her. She had to push herself if she wanted to get better, in life and from her illness.

”Yeah…” Lillith exhaled heavily. Which was followed by a sigh and inhale as she struggled to catch her breath. ”It’s stupid but I’ve been trying to rn the hallways when I walk,” she paused for breath. ”Around the castle during the day.” Lilith breathed in, ”My stamina doesn’t want to improve.” She ended forlornly and lowered her head between her legs as if she would recover her breath better that way. Lil was frustrated with this too, any normal wolf would have caught her breath by now.

Lillith Adravendi