Summertime Sadness

Her sleek white fur brushed against rock as she stuck close to the sides of the mountain that she climbed. A bit of endurance training never hurt any wolf, so it didn't hurt her. Her mind had been so involved in thinking about herbs she would have to store for herself for the winter that she had failed to realize how high she had climbed. She shrugged, she didn't have to be up there, so she turned around and started back. Her icy blue eyes scanned the surrounding territory for anything or anyone that might get in her way.


Ashanti, or Asha as her family once called her, had also been reflecting on how she could help herself get over her past. Her aunt had slaughtered her brothers, her sisters, her parents and her mate. She had no idea where her children were, everything seemed bleak and dreary. Her mind didn't let her look to the negative side often, but she seemed to be stuck in a rut that she couldn't get out of alone.