Oh I know that the promise you wear, well, it ain't for me
Shallow river, shining within her
Flood it all, drown the crops, but just please don't swallow me
A silver figure padded through the redwoods, her silver fur blending in with the snow. If it wasn't for her bright pelt, she would have been easily confused for a coyote with her slender frame, narrow muzzle, and bottlebrush tail. Her coat was a ghostly pale that was marred by extensive scarring. Most notably, she had the left half of her face messily cleaved, leaving an empty eye socket. There were countless scars wrapping around her legs and scars marring her frame. Her remaining eye was a verdant green.
Adrestia figured she would go on another walk. She wasn't the type to sit on her ass all day and do nothing. She wasn't a fully accepted healer in the pack but she figured for now she could hunt rabbits and other small game. There wasn't much to be collected in the winter months other than tree bark and in all honesty she'd rather put effort into tree bark harvesting when Chan was around to watch. She was getting old.