For Káti only for now. - A translation for any Russian words can be found by hovering over them.
A stillness hung around the morning dew, the sun ascending to its throne in the peak of the sky as a constant cycle that had fallen to routine. It was like any other day to the nomad and fallen princess. It was supposed to be like any other day, but in truth it wasn’t actually, because she had an inch in her paws that she needed to scratch and scrape at. She had pushed herself up from her makeshift den in the forest of enormous and ancient trees of oak to examine her surroundings further. She would hum a familiar Russian tune to herself, soothing her inner soul as her ocean spotted paws carried her across the lands towards a strange site she had only heard about.
Natalia held her breath for a brief second, emerald orbs focusing on the landmark that separated her from the potential dangers of the packs beyond. She knew what it was like to be in a pack, and she had never been a fan of it. The tigress would approach it, but she would not take a step onto the strange bridge to the northern continent. It was not her place to do so. She let out a soft sigh, trouble stirring in her eyes as she pondered the idea of what was beyond. She had no interest in crossing, but the curiosity and need to know what went on across the water border was strong inside of her.
She didn’t look down on the other wolves; they had a right to pick how they wanted to live their lives. Instead, she felt distaste, and wondered how someone could possibly be happy with the life a pack provided. She cursed to herself slightly, reminding herself of an old saying her mother used to scold her with. Some habits died hard. "Там это тяжелая жизнь для каждого серебряной ложкой. Там это прикосновение серого для каждого оттенка синего. Это путь, который я вижу жизнь. Если бы не было ничего плохого, то не было бы ничего прямо." The soft melody was barely audible to the air around her, but it did manage to cling for a second before she fell silent once more.
