Another AW, I'd like to get a bit spee-ish with these ones because Mt Toddler means nothing is certain.
More muse-ik
As the sun crept closer to the horizon she finally reached the meadow. Usually a short jaunt from the Ridge, Morganna was taking her sweet time for once. Torn between retreating back under the familiar canopy of the still bare Willows to board herself inside the secondary medicinal den until summer finally arrived and her desire for a litter of her own, she spent as much time walking backwards as she did going forwards.
She paused mid step to turn and run her teeth through the dark fur of her flank. Her skin crawled and she knew no matter how she scratched it wouldn't go away. This wasn't a surface itch, it burned at her very core and she cursed the old gods and the new that it plagued her so. She should have gone to @Renier, but would he be as accepting as he had the previous year? Was that really what either of them wanted? Then for a moment her thoughts drifted to @Wraith... But what did it matter? Did she really want to risk inflicting @Nicolò's wrath on either of them?
Surely this was the best option for right now. Wasn't it easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission?
She had never second guessed herself as badly as she had in this one day. The sky was clear, and while the night would be brisk it could hardly compare to the depths of the winter they had just endured. She threw herself bodily into the snow, plowing forwards to coat her throat and chest with snow before rolling over to try and cool her blood. Once she was right way up again she remained on her stomach in the snow, eyes turning skyward while she took a moment to rest.
Would the stars tell her if catastrophe struck her pack while she was gone?