There Are No Butts, Only Pizza

Gossamer retreated from the heat of the sun by resting under a large, gnarled tree in the Mile-High Woods. She had finished her patrol which was thankfully uneventful and opted to use her break to rest and see if she could come to a decision about her future. It wasn't easy. Either she would stay in the Armada and try for the rank of Lieutenant or else she would seek to carve out a path on her own in one of the other Empire packs. Which one she hadn't a clue. There was so much to consider and all she really desired was some stability.

Sunlight streamed down from a clear blue sky, the leaves causing it to dapple the forest floor. Everything was calm here, at least for now, though she couldn't help but feel her stomach twist at the thought of the future.