((Hoping to have her start being more relaxed in this thread but we'll see how it turn out.))
Gracefully the woman would move forward in the hopes of escaping the life she had found herself in. Slowly she had begun to find herself and who she was. She hated it. She hated knowing how much of a coward she was. What could she do to change her own nature? Hope had begun to fade in her. Every time she attempted to make herself useful she had failed and any time she saw a wolf she resorted back to cowering in fear from the wolves, her packmates, who meant no harm. She needed help but there was no one to get it from. "Great Calioope protect me." The words were softly whispered as she looked up at the moon high in the sky to signify the middle of the night. She never slept too well to begin with, but the amount of sleep she had in her was next to none. |
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