message in a bottle

Did her mother care about her? Or ever? Or will ever?

Thoughts plague her. Torment her. Wrench her heart in every direction. It SUCKS. But she knows she has a father now! Which is good? Or would be good if he ever stuck around. But from what her mother grumbles, he's not worth anyone's time. So there goes another parent. Man, was she ever going to be loved?

More plaguing thoughts trail behind in her wake as she trots across the rocky bridge that spans between the island and the mainland. Mags enjoyed the mainland a lot more than the island, but returning to the island was necessary. Being smacked or chastised by mother wasn't fun so she at least needed to check in every day. Her brow furrows with this realization, paws taking her to toward the den without really paying attention.

She'd crossed this rock covered land so many times, she didn't need to look. Not until an unfamiliar scent brought her up to a screeching halt. Paws skid in the dirt, eyes wide as she looks around the tree covered expanse of slate. There, unknown to her, a figure of white and brown. Definitely not an Elysium wolf that she'd ever seen. Fur bristles as she marches over, ears flattening and lips lifting.

"WHO'RE YOU!?" Mags barks, the sharp tang of clipped vocals coming out a bit too high pitched as she glowers at the boy.

"Magdalene"