In days of revolt I too, carried a torch. (AW)
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you've done all the things that could kill you somehow
and you're so far down
but you will survive it somehow because life starts now

Word Count → 336 :: Yay new person! <3 This thread looked lonely.

Vesper traveled southwest again, venturing into territories she had avoided for months. The bitter sting of her loss came back to her when she scented the tamaracks and oaks, and only her stubbornness kept her from turning back. The past was the past; she had drilled this lesson into her head a thousand times. One did not forget the past, but one did not needlessly dwell on it, either. So she pushed her memories aside, focusing instead on the feel of the frozen earth under her paws and the odors carried by the blustery wind.

She wondered if she shouldn’t venture all the way to the tip of the peninsula—farther than she had ever been before. It was strange to think that she hadn’t wandered all over Nova Scotia in what seemed like an eternity here, but it had not even been a full year. She smirked and shook her head before skirting the edge of a kettle lake, jumping through the vegetation lining the frozen shallows and shaking the frost from her patchwork pelt. It was probably for the best that she explored this area, however; she was the Optio, after all, and needed to gather what intelligence she could while she was here. There was a lot of chaos at the Winter Festival—which she avoided like the plague—but she was sure that a few of her pack mates would visit. She flicked her ears in annoyance then swiveled them forward, freezing.

A greyish shape skittered through the light layer of snow, barely visible due to the overcast day. Her coyote-large ears could pinpoint it, however, and she crept forward slowly, step by step, her tawny body pressed low to the ground. Once she thought she was close enough to the pocket gopher, she surged forward—but the tiny rodent darted toward a hidden burrow and disappeared quick as a flash. Her pale paws slammed down next to the hole, and with a sharp yip of annoyance, the coyote hybrid started digging.


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