Though the constant need to keep on the move had left her warn, the woman moved still fluidly and with purpose. Her days as a rogue had not been far long and sadly as it were, she felt little difference as a rogue in many ways then she did as a member of the Grizzly Hollow pack. There, she felt a constant need to watch her own pack, always having to back up her actions with explanation and never a moment of easy as she went to relax. As a rogue, this was the same and it was these facts which led her still to believe that she had made the right choice in leaving....
Here, in the vast open lands between the boarders of wolf territory, she had no one to watch but herself and no one to care for but herself. Within Grizzly Hollow, she had worked her ass off hunting for them, scouting the lands, constantly collecting herbs should her assistance be needed. And for what? Critical stares, words of doubt whispered behind her back, and fueling hatred. The very thought brought her hackles to rise, her teeth to grind as a growl echoed from her mug. She would never return.
In due time, her body would lax (more often it did this now that she was not surrounded by her enemies) and she would creep forth in a slower motion, weary and her ears high-alert to the place she was approaching. She had heard of the Copper Rock Creek pack through Kanosak (whom she had trained) and Volkan, learning of Ruiko's success in forming a pack of his own. She figured, in the very least, she might as well pay a visit to an old friend and so made way towards the boarders. Her toes played at a small creek bed, prodding at the coppery-red stones from within. She made no call. If he was destined to find her here, he would.
Here, in the vast open lands between the boarders of wolf territory, she had no one to watch but herself and no one to care for but herself. Within Grizzly Hollow, she had worked her ass off hunting for them, scouting the lands, constantly collecting herbs should her assistance be needed. And for what? Critical stares, words of doubt whispered behind her back, and fueling hatred. The very thought brought her hackles to rise, her teeth to grind as a growl echoed from her mug. She would never return.
In due time, her body would lax (more often it did this now that she was not surrounded by her enemies) and she would creep forth in a slower motion, weary and her ears high-alert to the place she was approaching. She had heard of the Copper Rock Creek pack through Kanosak (whom she had trained) and Volkan, learning of Ruiko's success in forming a pack of his own. She figured, in the very least, she might as well pay a visit to an old friend and so made way towards the boarders. Her toes played at a small creek bed, prodding at the coppery-red stones from within. She made no call. If he was destined to find her here, he would.