Stonewatch Timbers Who is Me

OOC: @Aytigin  

She hated this time of year. The itching and burning beneath her skin was inescapable, and it always came at the end of winter, when the cold that she so lovingly followed was leaving.  Usually she would continue to travel north to stay with the snow, but this year was different.  She didn’t know why, but it was.

She moved lithely through the underbrush, barely stopping to sniff for food on occasion.  She wasn’t particularly hungry; she just wanted to find shelter for the evening.  Or water. It was still cold enough that the icy liquid might be able to help sooth her body.  Still, she knew she couldn’t take relief too long unless she wanted to die.

And she wouldn’t.  That would only serve to prove those she despised right.  She was not weak.  She was not lesser.  She was the best of all of them; they would see.  Someday she might even return to take the power that she knew was rightfully hers.

There was a slight movement in the corner of her eye, and Kaela whipped sideways, jaws snapping on a twig.  It had just been a branch, but what had made it move? She stood stock-still, eyes roaming the area for any sign of life. There was none to be found.  Had she brushed it?

Leaving the plant, the dark wolf continued on her way.  This year was different.  This year, she would win.

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