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Everything burned. Everywhere itched. As if all the nerves in her body decided to spark at the same and make her their plaything, she was physically tormented down to the bone. Though this wasn’t her first time forced to endure this brand of torture, it was still less than pleasant. And each time she could understand why her Shepard had encouraged an outlet during these times; there was just so much energy and anger to expel! And try as she may to find a substitute for an opponent, it was just not enough as sparring another living being. There was no challenge, no fire; just a rooted obstacle that took whatever punishment she dealt and never returned it. So dull and unsatisfying. A cursed kind of masturbation with nothing close to the release she desired. All she had were worn and dulled claws and bloodied and aching paws.
Her bitter mood still followed after yet another would-be attempt to douse the growing fire. Even the rain did nothing to reduce the blaze despite its chilling pummel to her heated frame. She only grew more angry, irrationally so, that she was made to find shelter from the downpour rather than find a fix for her instinctual problem. She hurried across the valley as best as she was able, weighed down by drenched fur and locks and the fox fur fashioned to her shoulder. Thankfully her many trophies were left behind at the den, less she wanted something else to be upset over; her prized possessions damaged by the rain.
The fixed stones that marked the borders of the reserve came into view and in desperate stride she raced for them. As if to thwart her advance for shelter, the sky further opened and the rain came down harder making it difficult to make her way toward a vacant recess on the hunters’ grounds. But she would not be bested by the elements. With a triumphant yip she slid into the opening of the carved out den lined in furs and bones and smelling heavily of meat. It wasn’t the ideal place to escape the rain, but it was certainly better than enduring the painful shower.
Shaking herself dry, she made herself comfortable on a pile of furs gathered near the front of the den. There was nothing else she could do now save for wait out the rain. But by the look of the clouds she could see from the entrance, it did not look to let up anytime soon…