Sex: FemaleLilliana was troubled. She had been troubled for days, unable to ease the crease of her brows no matter how she tried to distract herself. At the end of the day, she just couldn't find a word to rhyme with orange. Was it because the word didn't exist? Or was it just because she hadn't travelled far enough, experienced enough of the world to know what the word was?
Suddenly it felt as if the borders of the pack were constricting her, squeezing the air out of her chest and choking off her voice. It was a feeling she had never experienced before. She wanted to go and see, just what was out there, beyond the next ridge and across the next field... but her parents... She couldn't do it to them, could she? It wasn't like she was thinking about one of Risaela's little trips, she didn't know how far she would have to go or how long it would take...
So she sat at the northern border, staring through the trees and wondering, where would she find the word that rhymed with orange?