She had been trying so hard, but it had happened again. Meeting a wolf who pushed her to the point of anger - Rivin had only meant to defend herself, nothing more! When the woman came to the man was gurgling on his own blood, her antler covered in gore. She had impaled him. No… was it her? Rivin fled. She was afraid. Her mind whirled, and somewhere along the way she had pulled something in her back. Her body hurt, but she didn’t stop. She didn’t turn back. Her ears were pinned. The idea of death had never bothered her before. What bothered her was the blanks in her memory. How easy something else took over. She was breathing hard by the time she came to a stop. She swallowed hard and tried to get her bearings. Somewhere along the way the ground got softer… mucky with the snow. Rivin grunted, allowing herself to continue on at a more leisurely pace now… or at least one that allowed her to kind of ignore the fact her back was on fire. Push through the pain… she needed to find a way to keep her anger at bay. If she could. Maybe… maybe there was no saving her. Another grunt. No matter what, she couldn’t let that side hurt those she cared about. She wouldn’t. She had to keep fighting. Even if she was fighting “herself”.
"Speech,"'Thought.'
Mental health (particularly depression and anxiety) is extremely bad. Currently unable to handle IC conflict or conflict between characters, pack related or individual. I am struggling to post even simple things and will not be able to continue with thread if approached. Sorry for the inconvenience but I just can't right now.
Rivin has two companions - a bobcat and a wolverine. Unless otherwise mentioned IC, assume that they are close by.
