Uncertainty Abound

She couldn't seem t sit still, in one place. She couldn't seem to really do much... of anything. Bass, her one last connection to this world of Alacritia, was preoccupied; she did not... feel the most comfortable yet associating with the rest of his pack. She knew she ought to, but she was conflicted. Every single one of these members had history with Bass, more recently than her; her one connection to Alacritia she felt she barely knew - and that in itself caused distance.

It drove her outside the territory, to this land. It used to be burned, but now... now trees were arching up in it, twisting new growth that was deadened by winter. She was alone, as she often was; she was no stranger to the loneliness... though at times she ached for it to not be so. Regardless, there was a sort of regal beauty she could admire, that she could focus on; the snow sparkled on each branch, and she'd sit below one such tree and simply look around.

"Speech"