Stumble out, in the night, from the pouring rain
Ashanti’s white and crème fur was cold, her eyes full of weariness. She had been traveling, staying up to the extreme late hours and waking earlier. She had herbs to find, ones that when she seemed to find them, they were already shriveled and dead, or they had been picked by others and there was no amounts left that she herself could pick. She had been out of the pack for days; she intended to return with something for the herb stores. All she might be able to get is some grass for upset stomachs. She laid herself down, exhaustion had gotten to her and she dared not wake. An unexpected predator might be getting to her, and she dared not take the risk of dying just after her March birthday. When she grew, she wanted to have a mate, not pups, they would get in her way, but she wanted to experience love, true love, not the love she thought she had for her sister. Isen the traitor, the sister that abandoned her in her time of need as the Secret Woodlands pack was just starting out.
How many times can I break ‘till I shatter?
The odd scents that she once had familiarized herself with were around her. She had remembered the smells of the frozen over spring, surrounded by the woodlands and forestry. She remembered the Copper Rock Creek den and the smell she once carried, along with Sloane, Nina, Kashikoi and Durai who now all carried the Secret Woodlands scent. She vaguely remembered the female she had met once at the pack meeting where they disbanded. Pakuna, she wondered what had happened to the fae. She stood up, she had no time for rest and she continued onward. This place was once her home, just like there had been a home with her sister and her mother. But chaos had struck in her former homes, there was nothing more that could affect her, or so she thought. Truth was, things were going to get much worse. She felt the faintest stirrings in her blood. Though she did not notice them, she never noticed them.
Over the line can't define what I'm after
Ashanti watched from all around, still nothing, there would still never be anything either. At least that was what she thought. The wind whistled a warning of the forest around her. It sounded like voices moaning in pain and torture. She was lost and scared now. This was no longer her old home.