The Littlest Reasons

The fae walked on through the area, knowing very well what she was getting into. Her keen, emerald orbs looked around the proximity of the landscape as her ebony claws dug into the soft foliage, leaving some paw prints after her. She was a bit worried if she would spot any wolves before her, but she also was smart. At least, that's what she thought anyways. The sound of crows perched on top of tree branches echoed in her lobes. "Quiet, you bird brains!" she howled out, but the crows continued to sing their pestering songs and annoying her at great heights.

She was a rouge, and being a rouge sometimes has their advantages and disadvantages. Everything seemed difficult, and she wishes she had a pack to call her own sometimes. She hopes that she could find one that's right for her, but, she knew most packs and betray her and or try to kill her. She was on high alert in this area, and she knew why she should for the smell of other wolves caught her attention as she tried to stay hidden and alert.