The sun-drenched rocks where she sat were relatively warm compared to the chilly, snow-laden landscape beyond the turbulence of the waterfalls -- but it was still far too cold for Chickadee. She shivered, tucking her tail a little tighter around her haunches.

Chicky had found a place just far enough away from the waterfall to avoid getting hit by the cold spray, but close enough to catch the early morning rays of sunshine. Her small, rounded face wore an expression of thoughtfulness as she gazed absently at the cascading water.

It had been a few days since she had stumbled upon this new land so unlike what she had been used to. Chickadee had begun to loosen up a little, feeling slightly more comfortable with the thought of being surrounded by so many unknown wolves. But that did not mean she had made many friends.

It had never been easy for the timid female to forge bonds with others -- even when her heart was aching for companionship. It seemed that every time Chicky arrived at the opportunity to make a friend, she would inevitably do or say the wrong thing.

And so she sat, contemplating this odd fate of hers.

Perhaps it was only a matter of time. The auburn-pelted female stretched her forelegs out and slid down to her belly, yawning. She had always been a firm believer in the idea that everything happened for a reason... All she could do was wait patiently for the gods of fate to reveal her destiny.

For now, Chicky laid her head on her forepaws and sighed.

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CHICKADEE
^{you're not alone}