Ten Thousand Ways To Lose

Relm had moved back into her normal routine around the pack since her last real encounter with Alastor and after what had happened between her and Merrick. But she was really far from... normal. She was a lot more down than she had ever been, if she had ever been. She did feel different these days. She had rough times before but, not like this. She wasn't voicing the ways she felt, she wasn't really even showing it. But maybe to Alastor if he were noticing her, the way she walked, the way she moved, if anyone could notice it would be him.

She wasn't spending so much time out on the lake since she had met with him last. She wasn't avoiding anyone anymore. She wasn't seeking out Alastor like she had before though either. It had been rather touch and go with her since their unique relationship had started. It was clear to her, maybe or maybe not so much to him, that she wanted to be here with him. With him. It had been subtle before, maybe not even existent at first. But as her emotions grew stronger for him day by day when he was here with her or not it was starting to take it's toll on her. Merrick's encounter wasn't helping her mental health either, but that was really the least of her worries.

After her morning patrol she had made her way up to her den before decloaking and swiping some of the snow just off the face of the stone outside before laying down partially in and out of her den. Her head rested down on her paws as she got comfortable but she wasn't. Her thoughts racing through her in abundance lately. She almost wanted to get out to go hunt or something to keep her mind on anything else. But she stayed there for now.

"Relm"