Bulletproof, Nothing to Loose

Raisa needed something. The woman felt as if she were floating, lacking gravity. Her appetite was not what it once was, and the strong woman began to thin. She wanted her children, she wanted a pack, she wanted a purpose. Raisa was not a woman to wander aimlessly. Her entire life had been built upon structure, built with the expectation that she must lead or at least support. She had failed rather miserably of course, but the urge to be at least social with another band was unbearable. She was so lonely. Perhaps she ought to seek out Katja once more... She let out a long breath. The days were starting to warm, the rains lessening in their frequency. Summer would be here before long. A good time for travel, perhaps. Even so, the thought of leaving when she had only just found her children was repugnant... even if they did not necessarily want her around.

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