The hunger etched at her stomach. She didn't know how long she had been under the pack's cruel punishment for the crime that she committed, but now she was finally free. Hunger, hate, pain, and sadness etched into her soul, but the crushing blow of betrayal sank deeper then any claw could. It was bad enough that the alpha, her own uncle, had tried to killed her, but now after all of this... the last remaining bits of her family was gone, by the wrath of her claws. She couldn't help but admit that it felt good. It felt good to take out all of her rage upon the ones who had helped build it. It felt good to rake her claws into flesh and feel the blood pour from their veins. It did not feel good though... to see the one she loved die. The one she cared for toss her aside for some wrong accusations of how the situation that was her crime occurred. The memory of his eye, gazing into hers with cold, hatred was permanently scarred into her mind. She growled hatefully as she looked at the havoc. Her fur bristled as she glared at the sight of the dead wolves, their blood dripping down her maw and her own blood seeping out from her wounds. She turned from the massacre and began to pad up the hill just as lightning flashed and a heavy down pour began. Giving one more glance, she disappeared into the forest.

Finally, after having her as my character for over 5 years, I've finally drawn this part of her life out. Now this is not Zepher, this is Zepherus the one whom Zepher was born from. Ha.

There will be violence :U