the past season had been a lesson in resilience. following a particularly nasty flare up, she’d spent seemingly
insurmountable periods stretched out across her bed, waiting sullenly for this latest influx of poor health to pass. it was mind numbing, the boredom made worse for all the freedoms she was now allowed. it was one thing to be confined to her den when she’d been a pup, and scarcely knew anything of the world; but now that she knew what it was to feel the wind in her fur, the dirt beneath her feet, deprivation was unthinkable.
the girl is still unsteady on her feet as she stalks across the beach, something pensive and guarded in the line of her brow. she pauses at the end of the line, glancing between each brother with growing trepidation. her body still feels weak in places, her head prone to bouts of dizziness. Jamie grinds sand between her toes as Bas’ voice washes over her, trying to quash her own uncertainties in the very same way. her hunger is a siren song, a flame dancing in the pit of her stomach and fanning higher with every passing minute. she looks upon her father, her proud, formidable father, and feels something solidify in the centre of her chest. she’ll have this. take it for herself between shaking hands and brandish it above her head as tangible proof: she is not weak.
