Frustration.
That had been the main part of her being for a while now. Mayhaps it had been Malina’s fault, but not her fault… Malina would never do it on purpose, but Sleekwing’s. He had wanted his own children, a fair enough desire, but had cast Rogue, Malina’s mate aside to do so. Since then she had been in a rut of trying to figure out what to do with herself. The visits with Malina and with living in Spirane only made that more difficult. She couldn’t say she wanted to go up there, so her time with Malina was only here and there when she had time. Malina had apparently taken some child in too, keeping her safe up there until it could figure out the whole survival thing. Rogue understood that, but it didn’t really help the entire frustration part of the issue. However, rogue had decided to make the Grotto, Crags and River her home for the time being, wandering sustaining herself and otherwise just going alone, but still close enough to the mountains to hear any calls for her.
Feeligs she was unfamiliar with set in upon her since her brother’s sudden twisted death. He was killed, she was sure of it, murdered. It started so slowly with the death of Lillith until he spiraled down and eventually someone preyed upon his weakness. Being alone was… unfamiliar. She always had someone, Andras, the demons, Malina, the kids, now it was just mostly her and it was painful. It wasn’t just that though, the world was getting darker.
She moved unsteadily through the snow, trying to find herself on the familiar path she was used too. Her poisonous green eyes narrowed before her, trying to make out the path she was walking on but the blasted snow made it impossible. Everything around the red hooded wolfess looked black or blurry, unless it was right in front of her face. Which made hunting… difficult to say the least.
She hated this, hated it all, but she clung for Malina if nothing else, but for how much longer the wolfess didn’t know. Right now she simply stood, shaking slightly in the snow. Burning. Angry. Hungry. Alone…