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Fayne couldn't take it any longer. Being confined within pack borders and even then, limiting herself to the confines of the den was driving her insane. It couldn't go on like this forever, it was time to move past this crisis. The border, was the one place she feared the most now. Past there, Fayne was no longer safe from the dangers that lurked in the forest. So to the border she went. The smokey female staggered and limped slowly to where the border was marked the strongest. Forest hued eyes peered deep into the pack land's surrounding forest, wide with intent as if she was expecting someone to be there. Her body was tense, muscles flexing under her plush coat and tail raised in dominance. Ears perked forward and swiveling to catch any sound that may be out of the ordinary. She was met with nothing but birds, the gentle rustle of the leaves as the wind blew threw them, and the subtle scurry of a rodent nearby.
Even though it was peaceful, her mind was racing. Her eyes darted all over the place, paranoia was setting in. It wasn't safe here. Amy could come and simply step over the border without any regards or respect for her Alphas. A simple scent barrier wasn't going to keep this demon out. Fayne's legs began to shake underneath her. The thought of that monster scent her hackles into a frenzy, raising high on her back. She was being petrified by an irrational fear for something that wasn't there and may never come.
It was getting worse, she wasn't defeating her fears or helping herself at all. She was only placing more fear, more worry, and more anger within herself. But, she couldn't bring herself to move, as if Amy was standing there pointing that bow and arrow at her. The movement of a flock of crows nearby sent her into a panic. Fayne immediately turned and ran as fast as she could with three good legs, back to the safety of the den. The whole time, she felt like she was being chased, looking back ever few seconds to see nothing but trees. Once she reached her safe spot she huddled up in a ball of silver and black and whimpered softly to herself. She was nothing but a coward in the face one one Luperci. Left to whimper the thought of her. Unable to fight back because she was too damn weak. Fayne was an emotional wreck in need of repair, but the only one who could fix her was her and she was in no state to do that.
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