Last season had been quite the event, not that she'd gotten much choice. Dominated, she swiftly took to keeping out of the fray, happy she wasn't as intoxicated as the rest of them. Fighting for a piece of the action like life depended on it. She could almost laugh about it because even though she'd been denied the opportunity, at least she wasn't a miserable bystander. Trapped in her own coat knowing relief would never be hers.
Oh now...It was not the case. She could feel the tantalizing burn beneath her skin, heavier than she'd known. The undeniable want unsuppressed, flowing free, and wrecking havoc on her every fiber. She wanted what was hers. A new set of possibilities ready to be taken. But, she didn't want to be denied and rejected. Coming off desperate only from this new state. She wanted it for so much more.
There was no denying Sven was leader but she was not. She was a couple slots short, and it was with that thought she struck away from the willows. It wasn't odd of her. She frequently hunted outside the lands. Only this time she couldn't be sure what prey she had her eye on.
With a rapid stride, she bounded deeper into the grove. Veering away from the sun's waning light, and seeking the calming lull of the earth. All she really wanted to do was just turn around and seek the luxury of his white form.