Dated for January 5th
Note: Far enough from OTB borders to not have to worry about the pack.
The silence that wrapped around the Young Slayer was deafening. It was like a hand that pressed down upon the woods; blocking out any sound from escaping, or entering. She had been born in the silence, and welcomed it like a long-lost friend. Her silvery green eyes roamed the surrounding area that was bathed in a ghostly blue glow. It seemed sad and desperate, like her, and a feeling of comfort crept through her body. With everything so quiet, any sound would immediately be heard from miles away, which would alert her to its presence, be it predator, prey, or wolf.
Under the canopy of leaves upon the branches it was cold, dark and damp. Slight amounts of light filtered through the leaves and beamed down upon the ground, where it would have to battle with the ghostly blue fog that swirled on the ground, carpeting it with a ghostly glow, to be seen. As the Young Slayer padded through the fog - which swirled around her slender legs and licked at the underside of her dark-furred belly - towards an unknown destination. She had managed to escape from Ace's grasp by saying she wanted some time to herself, but he would always be close enough in case something happened, and she had only a limited amount of time before he came looking for her.
Pausing briefly, her ears swiveled around as she shifted her gaze from tree, to shrub, to the ground and back to a tree. Even though the Spectral Woods calmed her, she still remembered the time a wolf from a pack nearby had threatened to harm her and Karpos. She had no idea if they were still around, and as she neared her birthplace, the Young Slayer kept a look-out for any strange wolves. It wasn't that she was afraid, wary was a better word to describe it. Better to know what was going on than not know was something she had learned.
Her breath caught in her throat as she came upon a delitescent old den, with faint scents of foxes, and something that she was unable to define. Lowering her neck, she held her muzzle a few inches above the ground as she slowly put one paw in front of the other, and eased herself into the den. It took only a quick look around to realize that it was in fact the very den that she had been born in. Emotions suddenly sky-rocketed and she felt tears spring from her eyes and suddenly sat down on her haunches.
In the very den she was sitting in, everything had been perfect, before Rosalie had left them, and everything that went downhill after that. Sobs wracked her slightly emaciated body as she attempted to recall the fuzzy memories. There were none of Rosalie, only of Karpos, father, Ace and Capella. After a few minutes, she rubbed her face on her side to remove the remaining tears before slowly exiting the den. Her dark head turned to look briefly back at her birth den in a farewell; she would never return as there was just too many sad memories that went with it.
Leaving her past behind her, Adsila closed her eyes and turned her head to look back in front of her, and awaited what the future would hold.