Hopping between the rocks, Zury feels the ache of rebirth. It's the understanding that this is happening again. Childhood. Repeating, almost infinitely. And it's so boring. At least her legs are starting to come in, and she's becoming more coordinated. In a few months, she'll be hunting. It's definitely easier to be a wolf pup than a human child. That had been her last brief rebirth, and it had been torture. Something about being conscious of infancy-- able to comprehend her situation, but unable to do much about it.

Ugh. This curse blows sometimes.

But she's happy to be alive, she'll admit. Immortality has its horrors, but it also has its blessings. And right now, she looks down the rush of a fresh snowfall, chasing snowflakes and sending them spraying everywhere. She giggles and screams, knowing she can get away with it. Who's going to stop a kid from having fun in the snow?

She rushes forward, sending snow flying in every direction as she plays. Maybe someone would join her.