I hold so many small regrets [open, joining]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]They exiled her. They didn't want her anymore. Her tribe learned of her blood and they ostracized her. It hurt a small part of her heart- she felt alone and betrayed. It was her only family. She drifted place to place since then, licking her wounds and rolling in the dirt. She smelled horrible- she reeked of mud and blood. There were scabs and bites on her body from where her own tribesmen bit her. Vathmos wanted her friends back, she would settle for anyone. She felt alone and afraid. She needed to find another group, a new tribe. She couldn't stand being alone like this- she felt vulnerable and weak by herself. She had never been alone this long, it been about three weeks since they tried to kill her.

She had stopped at the border, smelling it with some amount of anxiety. Dare she cross it? If was it another hyena tribe, maybe they would accept her, but she would have to hide here too, then. Her species wasn't the kindest. Hyenas rarely interacted with other species, and if they did, it was to steal from them and kill them. Her ears dropped and her tail lowered, trying to identify what this border could be owned by. The smell of the.... her head tilted up. She wasn't sure what kind of surroundings this was, but it was disgusting and overpowering.

Vathmos' lips upturned, assuring herself that no sensible hyena would live here. Maybe she should keep looking.