A deep breathe in followed by an exhale repeated in a pattern every five minutes or so was what Aesire had been concentrating on. She was taking deep breathes as she rounded the borders, taking up a border patrol for her own liking. She loved doing things and could never sit still for long due to this. She hated the idea of not doing anything. She had not even found the time to converse with any other packmates other than Seraphina but truthfully, after the tense encounter, she had not wanted to encounter any others. She should not have judged them all based off of the odd nature of one wolf but it had happened out of habit. It was easy to shut wolves out but extremely difficult to let wolves in. This was, especially, given her past.
Her pace along the borders was a steady pace as her toned muscles carried her against the snowy ground. The first winds of winter had brought a small flurry of the white flakes which made her more than cautious. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Oh she remembered those words clearly. Those were the last, and rather strange, words that Rainar had told her before the life had left his body. It was that moment that had constantly plagued her with regret. It was that moment that had caused her to remain at a cold and regal stance. Perhaps that was the reason her and Sera had not gotten along. Perhaps that was the reason she shut everyone out. There was no possible way of actually knowing the cause. The snow had started to fall in light sprinkles, her eyes staying peeled straight ahead as she watched out for scents crossing or near the border. She carefully listened for calls. Take me to church.