<font style='margin-left:20px;'>She had growled at him and said some harsh things before turning on her tail and prowling away. He had sighed, shaken his head, and said, "You know you won't get anywhere weighed down like that. You can run away when you've dropped the shackles."</font>
<font style='margin-left:20px;'>She pretended that she hadn't heard, but he was right. A few hours later, she had slinked back, pride burning, and refused to speak to anyone.</font></i>
The morning had been an exceptionally cold one, with the wind whistling through the Cedarwood carrying a bitter chill. She had been loathe to leave the comfort of the den, filled with warm bodies, but Trisden was not one for idleness. Such a thing as weather would not stop her from her duties, not unless it swept her off her feet and never set her down again. It was without regret that she stole away with a silent <i>au revior</i> to her packmates, a promise to be back again before nightfall. If the day was particularly uneventful, she may even return sooner.
She had planned to visit the marshland today. Having spent most of the last week under the cover of her forest, she desired some open sky above her head. She had left the den early enough to still glimpse some stars by the time she got there, though they faded in the sunlight almost within minutes. Silently she watched, breathing the crisp air, stood among the thin reeds as they swayed in the wind. It was peaceful here, and beautiful in its winter coat. Once upon a time she may have been inclined to pray, but those days were over.
It did not stop her from glancing at the sky with an angry eye, just for a moment... but then the moment passed and she relaxed again.
Feeling too serene to get worked up, she turned away and slowly, carefully picked her way through the marshes, the ground frozen in places where it was ordinarily wet. Familiar with the land, she knew which patches of ice not to trust, where the water was deeper. Softly she hummed a tuneless tune, engrossed in her simple task and the comfort of familiar surroundings.</blockquote>