The Avalon couldn't shake the bitterness from the back of her throat, nor the throbbing from her temple. Not since she had returned from the fields. Better to keep her distance and be judged as lacking than turn teeth on wolves that were meant to be her allies. With the suffocating scent of coyotes cleared with the cloud of smoke that had arisen from further south, she had taken to wandering further and further from the Edge, east or west, but never north. There was nothing left for her in the north but a throbbing skull and ghosts of parents she couldn't quite remember. She knew she would be better off making it official, her break from the pack. To cut all ties and set herself free in the current of the winds, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't let @Askan down like that, not after everything he had done for her.
So instead, she sulked and moped, hunted and scouted but always alone. Maybe this was how she was meant to be from the start? After all, there hadn't even been a pack for her initially. Maybe, maybe... The roar of water beckoned her upwards, always up. Her breath was coming in short pants, despite the sprinkling of snow that dusted the ground and clung to her dark coat. It wasn't enough to stick to the ground yet, wasn't enough to bury her yet.
Everything would be so easy... So easy if she just gave in and let herself go.