She had wondered around and around, no place to call home, no one to return to. She felt so useless, so alone and she hated it. She was a wolf made for pack life, not that of a loner. She had made it another year but it was getting harder ever since she lost her family. A year ago now and it still hurt so bad. One would think in time it would get easier, maybe that was true if you had friends and such but alone? It seemed impossible. Her tired paws brought her to the small woods of willow trees. The warming spring breeze playing with the thin branches of the trees, their tips making ripples in the water. She might have found it beautiful it she didn't feel so hollow inside. What was she to do now? She had slept under the stars in the open, never stayed in the same place one. At least here there was the promise of fish and water birds.
The thought of food brought some life back into the young earthen colored girl. Silently she crept along, swaying with the breeze. In time she spotted a heron along the water line looking for fish. Scanning the area she judged how much room she had before launching after the bird. Of course the bird became alarmed and tried to take to the air. What the heron didn't plan for was the wolf to launch straight up into the air as if her paws were made of springs and her jaws to close around it's body. Graceful Rohini twisted in the air to land on her paws and give the killing bite, quick and swift. For a moment pride glowed off of her as she admired her catch. There were very few things the girl was proud of. Sitting down she looked around as if any minute someone might come and steal her food, which had happened a few times since Seracia disbanded. She dug into her kill, swiftly pulling off feathers and inhaling the meat.
It had been some time since she had had a full meal undisturbed. Licking her lips she pulled away to go rest against the trunk of a willow. Again the depression of being so isolated crashed down upon her. She doubted she would ever shake off this feeling, maybe her fate was to be forever alone. Even when she was in Seracia she never felt like she belonged, never bonded with anyone but Destruction and Squall, both who seemed to disappear. "They always lie.." She mumbled to herself as she laid her head down upon her paws, green eyes starring off into the distance.
