Had it all been for naught? The border patrols, wrangling her mother and her siblings? Hunting and trying to find new wolves to drag home? Was she the only one that wanted to hold onto the charred trees and bend fate to her own will rather than run away and think it'd be easier anywhere else? Amber eyes turned to the roiling clouds overhead, a growl of her own echoing those they threatened her with. Let the rain come. She thought to herself darkly. With any luck the wind would pick her up and carry her far, far away from here.
She didn't know where the dark moods came from, the raging storm that built inside herself from time to time. At times it burned like the fire that tore through the wildwood all those years ago - though she thought she saw the same fire in her mother's eyes at times so maybe that was where it came from. On other days, it was a slow and steady building sadness, like the rain that swept away the rapids, that threatened to drench the earth at any moment. She was sure she'd seen the same storm in her father's eyes. Often, one would come right after the other, her walk had started with fire, and it was ending with a flood.
Her muscles were screaming from the journey, the final ascent just ahead.If she was where she thought she should be, the ground would level out with a grassy expanse, a glass-coated lake stretching out before her. She could smell the water, but was it earthbound or about to fall from the sky?