The masked man at the borders had been kind, like some sort of knight in disguise. Leaving him to be she lingered around by herself. Telling him in weary tones she would look around the place a bit more by herself. But as time wore on and a storm rolled in she sought out shelter by the southern borders. Hiding under one of the many tall trees that cascaded the lands. Even the tree couldn't protect her from the storm though. The wind brought in the rain at an angle, and before she knew it she looked more like a drowning mouse than a wolf.
Giving up she kept walking around the southern borders. Finding the thundering making her more anxious than anything. Fighting the urge to tuck tail and run back in the pack area the soaked female climbed on top of a fallen log. Laying down on the highest point of the log she was perched about five feet or so up in the air. Shutting her eyes tight part of her wished the wind and rain would make her fall down. Maybe she could hit her head hard enough to forget everything, or at least hard enough to make her forget for a few minutes.
As the thunderstorm seemed to not hold back anything the "drowned mouse" opened her muddy eyes. The world around her wasn't one she wanted to be in. This was simply a permanent home. It made her think of Hodr..did he ever make it to a home? One where wolves could help him and give him the love he deserved? Whining softly it would just be a sound not to be heard over the rolls of thunders.
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