Some time had passed since the dissolution of the great kalona herd that had rampaged through the kawani lands. Things were much quieter now. There was no long death on a daily basis - at least not the death of her friends and family members. There was no longer wanton massacre and senseless violence. In this sense, Wretch had to believe that things were better now. When the ripple of dissent had coursed through the herd, she was one of those who ended up turning on the kaona herd. She'd had enough of constant war, of death, of fear of being "made example of" by the great protector if she disagreed. That, more than anything, had swayed her against the great herd.
Wretch was no unquestioning follower.
still, she felt the pangs of loneliness as she traveled, wandering the lands in search of a home and companionship. She missed the gathering of kalona like her, the community that it had created in the beginning. She wondered if she would find that sort of feeling again -without the constant bloodshed.
She sighed as she thought on this and stopped in her unending trek to examine the area. She'd heard on of the rebels of the great herd had been spotted in the area and she wanted to seek him out. She bent low to sniff the ground, the scent of the male lingering. He had been that way very recently, she could tell. She found hoof-prints in the soft ground and began following them, keeping a wary eye searching the brush around her, lest she be caught by surprise. She had no idea what this male may think of her as she approached.
II--Gen3sis--II
