Peaceful was not the way many would describe Guin, if they had ever been given the chance to meet her. Daddy was the only one who knew her, and he had been her daddy so she’d been his little angel, his precious, only child. She’d been on her best behavior for him, of course, but she’d been quite the recluse since daddy had gone away. She’d even kept her distance from her half sister, Sol. She wasn’t ready to be around others, not quite. She was off, and she knew it, but she didn’t know why. It felt as if there was something that she had caught that had just, turned all her feelings and emotions off, to put it simple. She hated it. She wasn’t her usual self but to be honest, she wasn’t looking for anyone to bring her out of her funk either.

The water rushed her feet. A cooling sensation that was chilling the nerves. It made it easier to move, she figured out, that if her feet were numb, rocks could dig in and she wouldn’t have much of a response, not as much at least. She could run for hours and not feel the pain. Then when they’d hurt, and she’d stand in the cold water all over again. A bit of a glutton for pain, yes. But pain was better than feeling than nothing. Ever since dad had left, things had been, numb, and she didn’t feel right. She missed her father. She didn’t know what had happened. She needed something to let her feel again.

The smell of another wolf flooded towards her, the wind shifted barely noticeable, but Guin didn’t move. She wasn’t afraid of anyone, not even her own kind. Maybe it would help her feel more, but in reality, she doubted much would. “I can smell you. I don’t know what you want, but I’m not fighting anyone.” cold words were spoken, her eyes still shut. Ears twitched, waiting to hear of any movement from the other wolf. She didn’t want to fight. Nor spat hateful words. She wanted to live, but what she really wanted, she had no idea.