Find Yourself

Walk | Talk | Think

She had stolen away from Klypso for a bit, telling him that she needed to hunt for herself for a change. It was nice, she had to admit, waking up and finding food already there waiting for her or for the small black, grey, and white male to be out hunting it for her. She had settled into a surprisingly lazy pattern of letting it happen, looking forward to it even, and though it was still strange to her it felt somewhat familiar. It was almost like having Yang back. Almost. No one could ever completely fill the space left by her twin, but the optimistic, happy-go-lucky, unfailing generosity and kindness from the wolf was doing a pretty decent job.

Still, she needed moments where she could feel like herself again, and so her large white paws tore at the ice and snow as she raced headlong across the Frozen Fields. Eyes were narrowed and ears were tucked, her reckless pace dangerous if not for her familiarity with this territory. She knew which invisible, icy path to take, which ones to avoid, and hunt forgotten she instead relished the feel of the cold wind through her coat, across her face, the ground that zipped by beneath her feet with each sprinting leap. She felt free, alive. She finally felt complete and whole. At last she felt like herself again.