Am i a wolf? or a muppet of a wolf?

Cersei stared at the large boat with the constant look of boredom that she held throughout life. The ship was there alright but it wasn't beautiful or pretty or anything deserving of note.

The female wolf didn't care much to do anything, there wasn't much in her life to make her want to. Her mother had raised her in a way that made her think that her current mindset was all for the better. Lack of feeling made her a strong wolf and yet she felt anything but. She could kill her prey without a second glance or hint of remorse but what did that do for her? She didn't know, Cersei would continue to stare at the boat while her mind was floating elsewhere. She felt like a husk of a wolf but continued on since she knew no other way to live.