Thank goodness it was spring. The air was warm and the sounds of birds chirping through the trees mixed with those of animals scrounging through the underbrush. It was an easy time to live. Sometimes. Winter was the harshest of environments. Fjallraven was swift, her light frame easy to maneuver, but hunting was about more than just being fast. Her short life had been filled with pain and struggle and her mother hadn't wanted much to do with her. It was a strange circumstance really that she was so slight and so short when her parents were of average build and managed life with an ease she lacked. But her father had not stuck around long after her birth. He had been a flighty creature with the most primitive of needs. Her mother couldn't fill such needs and in turn she grew remote and angry, channeling it all into her dislike of the pup that clung to her from the very beginning.
Scars furrowed down her hips from times when her mother would catch prey and, in the throes of extreme hunger, Fjallraven had swept in with the excitmenet of a pup. She had barely survived on the scraps left by the one who birthed her. Others might learn to hate their parents for such crimes yet she didn't have much capacity for hate. Instead she had shaped herself into something willing and timid, something that would minimize the fury of her mother in hopes to maximize a love that never existed.
She had been left with a bereft feeling in her tiny chest. After three tedious years her mother had finally left her. It had been a quiet winter night where they had curled up to sleep in their usual pattern. Her mother would take the warmest, driest spot, and Fjallraven would lay close by suffering the ill effects of winter just to be close to her mother. Yet when she had woken no one was nearby. In her submission she had waited days upon days for her mother to return to her, to come collect her once more, and been struck when she realized that she was alone.
Some might say that Fjallraven was beautiful despite her slight size. Even though she was borderline skinny she possessed lush medium length charcoal gray fur with streaks of burnished gold from her ribs down to her tail. At an angle one might say her ears were slightly overlarge for her narrow head and her eyes too seemed to stand out with the light gray fur eyeliner around each. It is her timid nature that seems to inspire either pity or disdain, for she has not had the upbringing to learn confidence or poise.
After struggling to get to anywhere really she had ended up at the riverside ready to drink as much as could fill her empty belly. Water numbed the hunger. She might get lucky, she thinks, to find a small creature also seeking to quench their thirst. Instead she hears the sounds of movement from an animal much larger than a hare and her ears perk, her golden eyes surveying the woods with trepidation. The grasses here are long and she is small; darting out would only make her more of a target if one was inclined towards violence, so she presses her slight frame into the grasses, her head and body as flat as she can get them and waits...
FJALLRAVEN
THREE - LONER - FEMALE - NO SOUL OR LOVE
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