If am lost, I am lost on purpose.
Alaska doesn’t really think the she has a home.
She thought, perhaps, that she might stay in Taiga; it was, in its own way, a home of her own making. But that thought had quickly left her head. She liked Wolfbane quite a bit—enjoyed the way that he could teach her how to shift and change and could still best her in a game of wrestling—but that didn’t change the fact that her heart was not one easily anchored. It was too curious, too free, too constantly changing.
So, instead, she enjoys her time exploring the world around her.
She spends most of her time in the common lands—especially the river where it roars the loudest—but she has no qualms about entering into the kingdoms and territories at her leisure. She finds the idea of the borders completely trivial and more than just a little silly and therefore ignores them outright. One of these days, it would get her in trouble, but so far, she has managed to escape any overprotective soldiers.
Today though, as she saunters into Loess, she hears the cry of a boy about her age. Curious, she angles her head toward him, face framed by the forelock and mane she grows out just a little too long and then walks over to him. When she is close enough, her brows rise just slightly as she sees him lean against a tree.
She’s never known a sadness like he clearly does.
It’s fascinating in its alien nature.
“I don’t think I have ever thought something truly terrible,” she muses, answering the question that had first caught her attention, her golden eyes studying him without blinking. “What about you?”
