Sun scarcely breaking through the cloud cover overhead as she came to sit on a rise looking out at the landscape. The scarred female decided it was once again move outside the borders of the beach pack; her strong form could easily make its way across most terrain she encountered. It was easy for her to admit that she had been more than a bit reclusive since the successful hunt she had part taken in, especially since her wound was healed; now nothing but a scar remained, marking her right cheek. Not that it mattered much to her, the creature had fought for its life and it had lost; it was simple, cruel, but simple. But it was how life worked, creatures died so others could live, the strong and smart grew old, the weak died young. The way she saw it she was hovering in between right now, not young but still having many years of life ahead of her. Each scar she has earned over the years has a story and a lesson behind it, both of which she treasures. though as of recently she has found a growing need to be more involved socially, why this seemed to appear so suddenly was lost upon her. But the why didn't matter she felt how she felt and from there only two choices remained, to ignore it or to follow through with it. She saw no true reason to ignore it, and so she went along with it; her dark paws moving along only guided by instinct.