Sex: FemaleIt should have been no surprise these days that once again ebony limbs sought the seclusion offered by trekking beyond the well doused borders of the pack. Her tucked away den no longer seeming capable of performing such a task as Craw had proven under orders by Morganna to restock depleted caches a full moon cycle ago. Reclusive behavior was not common of the piebald Timber wolf, but ever since the ending of her fifth year of life drew ever closer, the newly adapted desire for time alone became more abundant. It was during these stints of isolation Enoki felt free to process all the thoughts bombarding her mind as of late unabashed.
Unrelenting, the day's mist continued its onslaught of dampening the thick two toned winter coat. Freezing temperatures easily in the single digits only fueling the melancholic mood the Ashrelle woman already found herself in, her reflections of the day aiding little in lifting such a dismal mood. Along the eastern bank of the Iridescent Lagoon lithe limbs traversed. Dainty paws leaving behind an easy enough trail of prints to follow in the snow should a willow dwelling wolf acquire her assistance. Smoldering amber gaze alternating from the water source's mottled surface blanketed in the latest snowfall and thickened ice to the transmogrified treeline no longer lush with green vegetation. Instead painted in deathly shades of ivory and one's sight filled with brittle branches ready to snap at any given moment under the weight of collected snow upon their boughs.
Only once she reached the eastern most portion of the lagoon did Enoki dare to stop, skull angling over her shoulder to glance at the way she had come to double check she had not been followed. Satisfied she had secured time alone for now, forelimbs bowed first to ease her body to the ground before rear limbs followed suit. A small spray of the freshest powder a reaction to the connection with her frame. Plopping a marred muzzle onto outstretched limbs, a heavy sigh escaped the Willow Ridge subordinate. An entire five mediocre years had been served on this vast planet with nothing substantial to show for it. There were no children to pass on her legacy into the next generation. No great kingdom for one to inherit. Enoki Ashrelle was but a mere subordinate partaking in the role of preserving the fine work of a greater legacy than she, birthed under the Archer banner. Surely life had not gone as she had imagined all those years ago.
Another heavy sigh passed over leathery lips, white dipped tail coming up to shield an exposed nose from the bitter cold. Two years, maybe three. That was how long she assumed to linger within her hourglass of sand, yet was it extensive enough to create something for herself? Could she possibly alter the fate her mind conjured during her mid-life reflections?
