She was slowly regaining her confidence, venturing further and further from her safe space. Could anything really be a safe space anymore? She'd thought she was safe here, home with the rest of the Backwater wolves. Perhaps she was; she was the one who'd ventured to the border, who'd led the monster to Mor. She wondered if Asmund knew; was that why he was avoiding her? Did he blame her, hate her, for what she'd done?

She did.

Llinnea was starting to get angry about everything now. She didn't want to be stuck here, cowering and wondering if the monster was coming back for her. She refused to let herself be afraid to breathe. She would get strong, strong enough to protect herself against the monster.

That meant more time out practicing, and eating. She needed to learn how to hunt, how to fight. Azzy wouldn't practice with her... she didn't even want to ask, only to be turned down. For now, she'd find a quiet corner and practice some of the moves she'd seen @Viorel use when he'd attacked the monster that day.