Snow was falling lightly from the cloudy skies above. The small flaked melted on her blood red nose and stung her matching, burning eyes. There was a sadness and a forlorn nature to the pup as she gazed out across the mountains and valleys of Spirane. Since she had been here, hidden away from the very beginning she had been found and convinced to stay. Still she hid in the shadows, where she felt most comfortable. Over the time, Malina had trained her and taught her, convinced her that she might be worth something. A little part of her tried to tell herself she was.
Still, the ever painful memories of her mother’s words branded her mind. Maggot. Worm. Scum. Pariah. A demon and a curse onto the world itself. It was true, every time she had tried to leave, disaster had struck and nearly claimed the lives of whomever she had come across. Unless she had been in the shadows of the mountains.
She shivered at the thought. This was a pack, filled with strong wolves and she was sure she was a blight on it. Deep down she knew she would be better off in the shadows and alone, where few would have to look at her. As determined as she had been, others clearly had different ideas. Time and time again something had brought her back here. In the season before her third year, Pariah was growing more determined to take life into her own paws. As soon as the winter snows melted, she would be off, she determined. To prove to herself she could do this, and she was possibly not the curse she had been told she was. Come spring she would once again embrace the Mirage.
The stone grey girl turned away from her small perch and started to make her way along the trails. This early in the season she knew she should make her way to the base of the mountains sooner than later. As soon as the trails opened up again she would be able to make her escape. As it was, she sighed to herself as she moved. For now she would find herself a hole and wait. Winter could only last so long.