Late morning, overcast, 12F/-11C
There was just a single day left in the blonde child’s punishment and it truly felt like time had completely frozen. It was late morning but Hera could have sworn that this day was as long as a full moon already. She was bored of being locked up in the pack territory, and even her sparring lessons with Torianna couldn’t truly resolve the restlessness that she felt. It wasn’t even like she enjoyed exploring and scouting - she just really hated being told that she wasn’t allowed to.
So, it was safe to say that her mood today was sour. The territory suddenly was stifling, the sound of the creek burbling grating on her ears, the broken logs that she had once loved playing on just a few months ago seemed like they were for babies. The only saving grace was that she was getting off of being grounded and her sister Kalysta would still be locked down and that did soothe her nerves a little.
She gnawed her teeth against the antler she had fished out of the cache, just hoping for something - anything - that would make her feel just a little bit better. She wanted a punching bag.