Lost Lake Just Ride

The cream colored female was stricken with a particularly hateful mood this evening. It wasn't the weather. It wasn't the lack food she wasn't supplying herself. It was just a overwhelming feeling of anger and lack of purpose. Even as a pup Navar had the need for validation among her peers, her family, her pack. She was growing restless within the borders of Poison Path, and her mind was constantly weighing the option of leaving come the full onset of spring. She was old enough to know that breeding season was well underway, and the lands were becoming less hostile after the passing of each day, but the thought of the unknown kept her inside the protected borders of her pack. It had been a fortnight that she had been debating with herself; a fortnight that she was driving herself perpetually crazy.

After marking borders, the occasional chasing for meager prey, and a short nap, her day had been deemed unmistakably mutinous. She moved swiftly about the outer rim of Lost Lake, her cream colored fur clinging to her in a porpoise way, feet beating on the ground in a cantering tempo. She couldn't feel the same pull from the lake that her alpha possessed. She didn't understand, and it caused her ignorant frustration. Turning towards the lake she cursed at it's placid appearance before turning into the wooded area that sheltered the both of them. Her feet carried her to the edge of a small ridge secluded by a small gathering of trees and rocks. It circled around the back of the lake, but it was visible only if you took a few steps over the hill and craned your neck in order to see.

Ever since she had come to Relic Lore, she had felt nothing pointing her inner compass in the right direction. Her request to Athena had yet to be answered, and she hadn't seen the female in a few days. Important business to attend to was all she had to assume. Gritting her teeth in frustration she packed the silt with her paws by walking a small circular motion, and laid down, ensuing to preen her fur.