The Soli girl had been more of a recluse than ever as of late. She would hunt in areas where no other wolves hunted and she would deliver the prey to caches when no other wolves were around. She would patrol when she knew no other wolves would be around and then she would return to her den and think about where this life was getting her. The browned furred adolescent needed to be social but in her heart, she was introverted. She felt so many emotions just based off of something said by one wolf, particularly the teasing that the king’s nephew had put her through over her fishing skills. Her confidence in hunting and her skills often came off as arrogance as part of her nature but in truth she wanted to be selfless. It wasn’t going so well.
There is not a righteous man on earth who does what is right and never sins. She had to constantly remind herself of that fact as she drastically fell into her secluded state. She had noticed Nayeli’s absence and it had only made it worse. The queen had been the only wolf she had really talked to. Nayeli was probably the only wolf that she had lowered her barriers for because the femme had made her feel safe within the territory. She didn’t know what she should be feeling. It was all muddled and confused to be truthful. Arcania sighed as she stared out of her den made out of a fallen tree and looked out upon the darkness of the forest all around her. Part of her longed for a visitor but she had little hope.
What was this? Was this depression or something far more sinister? Was this a tragic story like that of Romeo and Juliet without the star-crossed lovers or was this just a tale of a girl who was moping about and feeling sorry for herself? She didn’t know but she did know one thing from it. There was no love in a world so cold and dreary. Life was miserable and the only hopes of reprieve were for once she had served her time. She missed her siblings. She missed her family. She missed her parents. She would look up at the midnight moon running across the sky of a thousand stars every night and think about them. Her parents were long gone.
Her siblings, they were all missing as they had gone about their separate ways long ago prior. She snorted as she recalled distant memories that were fast fading. She was forgetting what her parents looked like. She was forgetting about the time that her and her sister Elli had hidden the stock pile of fish from her brothers. She was forgetting what they all looked like. She had forgotten the sounds of their voices and all she had to cling to were names of the departed and living. Part of her sought to howl to the sky her sorrows and sadness. She just wanted to let it out. She knew that if she did, a wolf of the pack might get curious and try to talk to her. That could never happen. So it was back to the deafening silence that had consumed her life.
Arcania was constantly trying to remind herself that the more she laid her heart out on her sleeve, the easier it would be to get hurt. On top of it all, she was reminding herself of her regrets and how she could have changed the course of history. With one deep breathe, she let it all out. She let it go. That innocent and somewhat arrogant girl had disappeared over several months. She was going to be strong and cold and hard with no feelings or empathy. She had to be. The night was dark and full of terrors. She was ready. She was the mockingbird calling out from the trees. She was the crow feasting upon what others saw as trash. She was the proud alpha that she would never truly be. She was Arcania Soli and nothing was going to take her down. She howled it out, her reclusive nature was done with. She was free.