2/19/2026, 8:04 PM
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I intend to live, not just exist
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Valkyrie had been hiding within this territory for months, rolling in pack border marks, lingering in the scent trail of others, and even stealing old dens no longer used. Even if hidden, it wasn't hard to notice someone was there, lingering, hiding; her own scent lingered around the dens she used, and half-eaten, rotten carcasses lay randomly scattered.
Today she walked the edges of this pack's territory, too scared to leave after witnessing many die or fight over food from a distance, but too scared to go further in. She wasn't a hunter either, relying on the scraps of animals that passed through and the sickly animals that lay in the open area to die peacefully. Today she planned to dip her toes into the deeper parts, slowly walking up towards a rock that overlooked the lake she had first crashed into. She had long lost her set of antlers she kept, unsure where they had been taken or lost.
Her fur helped, kind of, to blend in with the snow in certain areas, but sometimes it grew to be a nuisance, and she hoped eventually she could bring herself to venture further, to stop relying on this territory alone to be safe.