As she meandered deeper through the forest decorated with the skulls and bones of many a critter, Neha felt a shiver go down her spine. Every follicle of fur felt like it was standing on end. Through all of her aimless wandering over the months, she had come across many places. Some peaceful, others gloomy. But as the hill composed of skeletal remains crested before her, this place was like something straight out of a nightmare. She had finally found the perfect environment suited to her. A mirror reflection of her mood and psychological state of mind.

Yet, even as her cracked pads shuffled slowly through the hoard of bones, she paid her surroundings no mind. Dull brown eyes fixated emptily ahead of her, into some unseen void. When her gaze did happen to land on the occasional skull of a wolf, she saw a glimpse of the future. Her icy heart cracked but did not shatter. The tear stains marring her cheeks and face were long since dried. She had been blessed one last time to see her mother, Namid. But then just as quickly, cursed once again with the devastating news her role model delivered. She had wanted to follow her, to stay by her side but couldn't bring herself to set foot in the Cove again. Not when she knew what she'd find. Wraith like, she moved to climb and sit atop the pile of gathered bones. Looking down at the collection of white snow and ivory remains, she battled a silent debate within. Move on, or stay here and wait until she was just another fossil.

She had been so caught up in the storm of her depression and anger that she hadn't bothered to check if anyone else was in the area. She assumed that there wouldn't be another soul around for many miles. After all, no sane wolf would want to linger in such a dismal place for long. Empty brown eyes focused on one piece of bone in particular. An unmistakable skull of a wolf, it's lower jaw missing. As those empty sockets stared back up at her, her skin prickled. Her teeth clenched. It could belong to anyone. Either of her brothers...her younger sister @Ismena who had vanished without a trace. And what of her father? Could he have suffered such a cruel fate to have succumbed to an early death?

Damn it! It was all too much. Too much to bear just thinking about it. Her temples throbbed, the inside of her head feeling as if it were being squeezed from the inside out. With a sudden snarl, she slammed a paw down against it. Under the force of the impact a loud crack sounded, accompanied by the crumble of bone splitting apart under her paw. Her anger vented, she was able to focus again. After a few breaths, her breathing evened out and her eyes latched on to a figure passing by. Tight lipped, she scanned the wolf for any sign of recognition. His golden blonde fur and red-orange eyes didn't raise any flags. She huffed audibly, letting a cold, humorless smirk come to her maw. "Not the nicest place to be taking a stroll, is it?" She called out, lacking any sort of warmth in her voice, stepping forward just few paces to make herself known.

Should he take a moment to get a real, good close look at her, the younger male would see that Neha was not only in the right state of mind emotionally, but physically as well. One glance at her thinned body and unkempt fur would hint that she had been through a lot. The fact that she didn't seem bothered by skeletal remains around them was also another clue that she wasn't quite right.

Her eyes narrowed as she examined him, taking note of his distinctly sour expression. Who had shoved that stick so far up his ass? But then, she was one to talk since she didn't exactly go walking around all chipper either. "Then why of all places here?" She inquired coldly, sneering as he passed by a little too close to her for comfort. Ever since her heart was broken, she did not take kindly to those of the opposite sex getting within a few feet of her. "Unless you enjoy being surrounded by death, I'd find a way out if I were you."

A new sort of energy began to boil, rippling through her body. It grew stronger with every beat of her heart. Despite all of her anguish and self pity, Neha felt oddly confrontational. And not in the good way where back in the old days she'd bravely rush in to defend the weak. No, this was more in a trouble stirring kind of way. Receiving his growl, she only offered a sharp flick of her tail, stiffening her legs to show that she wasn't about to yield to some teenager. In her eyes, she had said nor done nothing wrong.

Apparently he thought otherwise, twisting her words and taking them as a threat. And perhaps they were, in a sense. Her lips tightened into a thin line. "No." She ground out firmly, brown eyes locked icily onto his angry orange ones. "It is simply a suggestion. Look at you. You seem healthy enough. This is no place for your kind. Only the damned like me." She hinted at her own woes. But Neha didn't need nor want no pity. As he took that one tiny step too close, her tail flagged over her back, unkempt hackles beginning to bristle. "Hey, back up outta my space, pretty boy." She warned darkly.