She knew now that there was indeed something wrong with her. The female had been feeling off for a few weeks now, feeling upset much of the time (though she could never pin down an exact reason behind it) and feeling next to exhausted the other half of the time. Things that she had never worried about before now brought tears to her eyes, and memories from her past that she could usually ward off left her feeling scared and defenseless.
Addison had tried to block the memories from her mind because of the damage that they could do to her. The torture that Halo had put her through had left a deep scar; several, in fact. Both physically and mentally the girl seemed to be coming apart. She had the urge to seek out Ouija, as she knew now that some of these feelings were his fault, but wasn't sure what she should say to him. He had his own pack, his own life.
The cinnamon flecked wolf lay in one of the more peaceful parts of the territory, out toward the back of their field of sheep, her back against the surface of a hard black rock. Despite the chill of the day, this rock remained warm and it helped to raise her own temperature as she lay upon it, basking in the winter sun. She had many things that she needed to do today...just not the will to go and do them.