Feed The Hungry

In late evenings Relm wouldn't go to tuck herself away somewhere for the night. These days she was on edge because of Kefka, or more so the ghost of Agria that came to see her. Whether it was stating his intentions, or feeling like seeing the ghost of her not-mother was some kind of sign. She tended not to stay in the same place for more than a few hours at a time and stuck to the same nearby territories for a while. Sleep was scarce these days.

Approaching the steppe was not a new territory for her. In fact, she had felt like she had been everywhere at this point. Everywhere besides the packs that was. With the setting sun turning over the red and purple skies, she couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of the night and the moon. The sun was not around long enough since The Long Night.

The heat of her first season was bothersome, but she buried that down somewhere below the other feelings she was hiding. She was near an empty shell these days because showing how she felt was a sign of weakness. Somehow with the little wolves she knew she suffered a grave loss or really just felt rather lonely. With nothing but her cape draped over her back, she sat not admiring the clear skies but instead getting lost in her thoughts in the grasses.

"Relm"