- my weakness is that i care too much.
Clouds hung above the tree trops with a faded grey hue, and did not seem to be moving very fast. They specificly appeared to be drawn to the green forest, tempting to hide the sunshine from the members below. If it wasn't clear of their intentions a gentle sprinkle of rain they cried from the puffy depths to perhaps further force a darker gloom. The pale wolf seemed to hardly payed them any notice, they were nothing to her thick winter coat, the lighest of drops every ten seconds it seemed. The female was deep in thought, and the weather was only a small reflection of her mood. If it was not one thing, it was surely another, and her list of things to accomplish seemed never ending. While her future seemed like a thick myst of mystery.
She was not right by the den of Grizzly Hollow, but close enough within hearing range she could swiftly reach it just in case. She was seated at the base of a thick cedar tree, near the deep roots out of the little snow that adorned the forest floor in scattered patches. She was hoping to spot another member of the Hollow, even one of the youngest which might break her train of thought. A tired sigh, she leaned against the rough bark stretching her neck, and top of her skull against it as well. There she breathed the cool air, and closed her eyes to the dim lighting if for only ten seconds trying to think of absolutely nothing but the gentle pitter patter of rain.