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Discontent
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So gone was her mind from the present that all else slipped unnoticed. The tiny blades beneath her quivered with another sigh from her tender nose and as she rolled from her current patch to cooler spot, the transition of the day was out of mind as well. The female russet had busied herself with worry for her new place in this world, or lack thereof, and it was not productive by any means.
With the coming of winter, she could not fathom what she would do, where she would live, how she would survive outside the comfortable aura of the pack. This coming would be her fifth year of life, her fourth enduring winter with a conscious effort and her second alone to withstand the hardship. Her will was only as strong as she would allow it, her drive to live on too depended on her inner strength. And yet, it had waned severely in realization of her standing. She was truly alone in this world now. Seasons prior she had persisted to live on in the hopes her sister and clansmen would accept her with welcoming arms again. That this exile was only temporary and her sister would regain her sanity once again. But it felt years since she witnessed a sincere smile, rather than the sneer that marred her siblings amber lips. Such hatred on her behalf. She would never be rid of it so easily, and her word was sound.
Zynex was indeed alone. How much longer was she willing to endure it?
In the twilight, she rouse from her slumbering state without provocation, keeping not reason for her ascend, only that her body was numb from laying on the ground. Upon equally strong, slender limbs she stood, front depressed in practiced grace whilst her spine curved, taut as an arched bow in stretch, then slowly relaxed and was right again. A deep breath in the clear air however robbed her of the pleasant sensation of relaxed muscle for in an instant her form was rigid again. Eyes wide with alarm and hackles risen in threat, she turned her head to sight the origin of the serene voice, both calm and questioning. Hesitantly, a crème colored boot, retreated back. “Who are you?” The inquiry of the dame ignored, for her own suspicions dominated reason. Hastily the female sniffed the air, making the thick scent enveloped on the she-wolf as its similarity with this land. “Is…is this your land?” Again Zynex stepped back, applying more distance between herself and the female should she turn defensive.
How bitter her luck to have her trespass on someone’s property.
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