Only lovers left alive

It seemed to roll around quicker than she expected, the snow giving way to the grass of the plain as the sun sunk lower across the land. She had been busy, yes, but what was this anxious feeling that had been holding her back? Perhaps it was best to just cut the strings now, to send her bird to fetch her bother and break free without any long goodbyes?

How the landscape had changed. There used to be a pack here once, and now, it was just another plain. Their marks remained in the overgrown gardens and the dens in disrepair. How long would it be before all traces were removed. Life was far too short.

She tried to shake off her melancholy, bumping her shoulder to Dread's. "Yer know, sometimes I wonder if this band thing is worth it at all when we could just run away t'gether an' not 'ave ter worry about anyone else." Maybe, she wasn't responsible enough to be a leader.