I hear you screaming my name

The light was a fickle thing, was it not? It plays tricks on the girls mind, teasing her sensitivity. As she grows older the sun will be less of an irritating object, but for now it felt as though she where being punished. Not only does she have to fight against her weakness, But it was only recently since her father had attacked her and left the poor babe to rot. A scar splays across the whole underbelly, it was still fresh- sweet with the scent of blood and distate. The fragile structure would shift to where her delicate paws would gently take her, hoping to find shelter from it all. Her life has been short lived, and at the first glance she appears nothing more then dead weight. But thats not true. As the girl grows so will her strengths, generations after generations her family where successful. And still, to this day S'alkrie hopes to be the same.

The small paws would stop at the invisible line at the glaciem borders, there stench entoxicating her nose. She may be young, but she knew to be alert and aware of the dangers that lurk within. Lifting the tiara towards the sky the girl would let out a cry, a call for someone to come. She knew nothing of the packs history, only that she wanted to be taken in. So small, she was. Yet, even with her flaws she deems herself on top of the world. But for now that was the least of her worries, all she wanted to know is if someone would stop- and not ignore her as if she where but a mystical ghost.