You be sweet and I'll be grateful

Nerves hit her deep as she realized more and more wolves were finding contact with her on a social level. She couldn't keep up a facade for more than a few seconds and panic filled her. Social situations would never be her strong suit, her anxiety made sure of that one for her. It was a fine afternoon that had the timid and weak woman strolling through the northern reaches of the lands she now roamed. She prayed to the Gods she had lost faith in a long time ago for the Gods never gave justice to those whom deserved it and so desperately craved it. Her eyes stung as the vulnerable girl fought back tears of the memories that would forever haunt her.

Even when she was alone, Jezebel was terrified and scared of what might be lurking in the shadows. She closed her eyes as she walked along a path set out before her. Soon, she would have to decide if she was worth moving on and continuing. She started to sing in her soft alto voice the words that gave her some comfort in the world - the words taught to her by her one and only love now past. "Lillian, don't hang your head, love should make you feel good. In uniform you raised a man, who volunteered to stand." The words would fill her with sadness as she remembered her dear Charlie boy.  She looked at the ground as she walked, a single tear falling to the ground and onto the snow. What had she done to deserve this life?