She would make her way to her favorite place in all of Alacratia, the Kennocha lake. The small fae would sink down to her haunches and sit on the soft snow, watching the frozen lake as it reflected the wintery landscape of the surrounding area. Ever since she had participated in the pack meeting of Tortuga, all she could ever really think of is what she could be, what she could do to prove her worth to the pack. Perhaps, maybe if she tried her hardest, she could maybe at least become a decent hunter if she tried, for the pack. Misha would sigh and push the thought away, tilting her crown up into the air, calling for Qanik.
