WC: 434 OOC: She is in Optime form. She can't change yet due to her state of physical being 
Post starts at dawn but is about mid morning when she plays her lil game. 
Her confidence was growing. She knew exactly where her protector was so she wasn’t going to go too much further from where she was. She still had not moved too far from the mouth of the Alpha’s den. Her body was feeling even stronger today and she could feel her light headedness leaving her, though the nightmares still plagued her and she didn’t sleep very well. She had been up all night, but she tried not to wake the woman who worked so hard to keep her safe, or the man that was on her side as well. She could see the sun beginning to rise and knew that X’yrin would rouse soon enough so she went to the mouth of the cave that belonged to the Alpha’s. She sighed and looked at the sky watching as the stars seemed to fade away as the sun continued to rise. Now the others would probably begin to rise. But this was only a guess for she only was here for a short time and those before her tended to sleep till past noon. She liked it like that, but the people here they were nice, so far she didn’t meet anyone that hit her and soon she wanted to make up for their hospitality. Her mind was not as strong as it could be, it was weak and still being molded for one as old as she was. She still knew too little about the world around her.
She did not move from where she stood, for a long while. The sun had fully risen before she moved a paw further from the alpha’s chambers out into the sunlit world. She jumped back as though something burned her. Trying again she seemed to make it into a sort of game, taking an even bigger step before pulling back a little. Her progress in that was excruciatingly slow, but she wanted to be prepared for those that wanted to take her back. She had to be cautious. Though she wanted to learn to be a warrior she knew she had to fatten up a bit. Her ribs showed still and her limbs were even smaller than that of a normal Jackal. Her bones were strong though, for as much as she had been abused they stayed sturdy enough to hold her and keep her whole without breaking. Her game continued on and soon she was feeling something she hadn’t felt in some time. Joy. It was nice, a nice emotion. She wished she could tuck the emotion away and keep it with her forever.
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