(Still not fully sure how much she knows on the whole "pups" front, bear with me)
A couple miles west of SC borders,
Afternoon - Scattered Clouds, 51.8 ° F/11 ° C
Even up here, in the heights of the pass, the snow was almost entirely gone, proving just how long she’d been away. She hadn’t meant to, she really hadn’t, she just needed some time to herself to ride out the season. But she’d gotten caught up in her nostalgia, and then, other things… The truth was, she had seriously considered not coming back at all. When she’d first met the wolves of, what was now, Sanguine Cove, Flair had been stunned to meet a group of wolves living together so casually. She’d made friends – Friends, me! – with wolves her own age, and experienced the comfort of being part of a group without ever feeling smothered. At least until spring came along. But then, that was why she had left. She didn’t want to spoil the relationships she had finally managed to build, because of stupid hormones! But maybe she had done more harm by leaving. Her unfortunate parting with Al still stirred in the back of her mind, louder and louder the closer she got to their inevitable reunion. She’d tried to brush it off, but her anxiety insisted that she’d hurt him and ruined their friendship beyond repair. And then, what about the ones she’d abandoned without even a goodbye? How hurt would they be? I just wanted a little break… And now, what had it been, two moons? She wasn’t even sure. She’d been ready to come back too, excited even, when that first, harrowing part of spring had finally drawn to a close. Running into Chan had been so great, so affirming – until he told her the news; Sanguine Cove…! It had been like ice in her veins, a freezing soak of water to kill her excitement. And she couldn’t even explain why. She’d known it was headed that way, that they were gonna be a proper pack someday. It shouldn’t change anything though, surely! Yet, all her fears had been awoken anew. The years of being an outcast, of trying and failing until she realized that pack life just wasn’t for her; This time could be different though! But she was terrified that it wouldn’t be. Word count: 360 ”Speech" Thoughts |