The river rushed before her face, watching her reflection get skewed in the rushing water as it moved on by. She scrunched her face, unsure of what she was supposed to be doing here, she hadn't so much as spoken to a single soul since she returned, heck, she was still unsure if she could even manage to speak a word. She wondered what was going on, feeling like her throat was still all screwed up, but the possbility that she could was even scarier than the possibility of not being able to. Heck, her own mother was a mute, so it wasn't that unreasonable to think that she could live her life this way, actually, she could see herself living her life this way very easily.

She just wondered what she would do with her life. Her mother had her and chandler to take care of, while Oliza herself had no one. And honestly, she didn't really see herself as the mothering kind, not really. Or well, not that she knew of. She had hardly ever spent time with a pup in ages. That's how unsure she is about herself and pups. But at the same time, the idea that it ever could be a possibility was something that was strange.

She sat at the edges of the water, staring at her distorted face in the water wondering just what in the hell she was doing back here when she didnt really have anyone to reach out too. She was so frazzled, it'd been at least a year that she'd been back here. And that meant that Oliza had been as much of a recluse that her own mother had been. Maybe she'd be destined to follow the same path.