If Walls Could Speak

Fia was getting pretty annoyed with her hunting options as the weeks went on and she was trying work her way into pack life. She couldn’t help but feel like a burden, it was just hard to show she was sensitive to that fact. Instead she did everything she could to get out of pack duties. And maybe her family was letting her after all her time away.

She kept venturing further out from Elysium to find bigger game, the hard part was bringing it back home. But she was feeling like she had no other choice. The sound was where she used to love to hunt, but even then there was a crowd of packs in the south eastern parts of Boreas. It wasn’t easy, and prey was low due to the winter.

She was determined when she saw a deer in the more open plains before it caught scent of her and started to move into the soulless forest. She sighed but wouldn’t worry too much. It wasn’t on the run yet, she had time.

Silent paws moved across the cold logs and roots that engulfed the forest, her eyes scanning for any sign of movement as she moved on and smelled the air to figure out what direction it headed.

"Fiametta"