how it's always been ;

Gwen gave a derisive sigh, her glare forlorn as she observed her surroundings in silence. It had been a long time since the ivory she wolf had stopped to rest, and eventually her reluctance to give in failed her, and she had all but dropped to the ground in a rather ungainly fashion. Stretching her slender muzzle in a yawn, Gwen found herself wondering if there were any other wolves around nearby- not that she cared either way, she just wasn't certain of her safety if their intentions were darker than hers. It was certain that Gwen was a spiteful bitch to others- but she never set out to harm anyone unless she had reason to; and she was all to aware that some wolves could do just that. Too uneasy to let her guard down, the fae remained tense, only just relaxed enough to rest her head on her paws.

She hadn't eaten in a while. The thought occurred to her almost immediately before a hunger pang clawed at her stomach, and Gwen shut her eyes in sheer stubborn refusal to acknowledge her own state. She'd eat later, once she'd slept. Yes, that seemed like a good idea. Inhaling deeply, the she wolf tentatively allowed her mind to wander, no longer fully in tune with the unfamiliar area around her; she was exhausted, and quickly drifted off into a restless doze, waking every now and then before slipping back into slumber.