Oh, that's what it must mean. Misery tought. Trying to puch herself up. Her whole body ached. This day had taken more out of her than she relized. She needed sleep. She should go to her own den on the beach right now. Misery was tired worn out and just wantedto go home. whoever ate the bear didn't matter anymore. To her defying Vixen didn't matter. She had her own soul she was her own being. Misery turned torwads the beach. "I'm gping to my den." She said stalking off. Her mind was clearing again. She left her paws very sure of themselves.
Subject: Re: A New Apprentice 
Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:04 am