Perhaps if Scarlett has been born a Were things would have felt simpler. To be born with that magic already coursing through your veins, already an integral part of your being was a great advantage over the trials and tribulations humans pulled into the supernatural world faced. Being a bitten Were was like being thrust into a dark cave and told to navigate it without a map or torch. Most, however, we're given guidance by their creators, a helping hand to lead them through many periods of unknown while they tried to settle into their new lives. Scarlett had not been so fortunate. The WereWolf that had bitten her had run, disappeared just as suddenly as he had appeared. To this day, she still did not fully understand why, but she had long since come to the conclusion that it was cowardice that made him flee from a mere child, leaving her to fend for herself. How many full moon nights had she spent afraid and confused? Running aimlessly in the woods in a body she did not know or understand? It had taken her roughly five days to shift back after her first full moon shift, to return exhausted and naked to panicked grandparents that had already involved the police and search parties. For years she had struggled to master shifting at will, and then it had taken her several more years to discover and control her first power. Despite being older with significantly more life experience and a pack to support her now, it still felt frustrating to struggle to master this new power that had so suddenly manifested. She could only wonder how long this one would take before she would be able to garner some control over it.
She was thankful for the pack's support and understanding during these stressful last few months, in particular Nadya's. Despite their understanding, Scarlett could sense the frustration from Frost and Malia at her continued accidental spurts of power that left the pack house in a blackout on a number of occasions. Nadya, however, had been more than patient, helping to ease tension and make the most of the situations rather than feed into her poor pack mate's growing guilt. It had truly helped alleviate some of the weight off of Scarlett's mind knowing that her friend had her back, supporting her indirectly as she struggled to find some semblance of control. Thankfully it didn't take too terribly long for her to stop draining the power from any electronics she touched, which also meant she was allowed to stop wearing the ugly rubber gloves Frost had given her to keep her from being a conduit and causing more blackouts. This level of control was just a small step in a very long journey she was struggling with. While it was great she could stop herself from accidentally using the power, she still couldn't will it or use it in any meaningful way yet; it felt like an untamed wild creature that she had only managed to cage for now.
This frustration over her power had led to Scarlett growing a little quieter each day. Coupled with the lingering memories, the pain and devastation she had caused, the once bubbly girl was significantly more reserved. She wasn't certain her pack mates noticed her demeanor change, though they perhaps noticed that she seemed to venture out less, staying inside the safety of the pack house far more than she typically did. Today had started out no differently, Scarlett keeping inside once more, that lingering hesitation feeling like a chain binding her there. A restlessness she had tried to smother seemed to flair up much more than usual today though, perhaps because the day was so nice outside or perhaps it was a consequence from denying herself the simple joys of just being outside and enjoying life. It seemed to collide within her mind, warring with the worries that had seemed to become a permanent resident in her head lately. Her emerald gaze lingered on that back door for moments at a time before shifting away once more. It was like she was trying to fight who she was, and it was quickly becoming a losing battle. Until finally, she gave in.
How quickly she then scurried to her room, allowing the shift to overtake her, her small lupine form padding out of the room and instinctively towards where she knew her friend to be. She hoped Nadya would humor her in this little adventure, even if she didn't know just how much it would mean to her. Having the comfort of her friend and pack mate beside her would help ease the hesitation she was feeling, bringing her closer to a sense of normalcy once again. The cream and brown canine stopped before the door that she knew Nadya lingered behind, quickly turning to use her tail to politely knock on the door to grab her friends attention before reaching out through that mental link that bound them as pack mates. When Nadya finally opened the door, Scarlett was already primed and ready with her best puppy dog eyes. At her friend's agreement, that same bushy tail began to wag with increased speed and her chocolate rimmed ears immediately perked. "Okay!" she chirped with excitement. As she stood to turn and head towards the back door, she couldn't contain the way her whole body seemed to wiggle with a growing excitement that was perhaps coupled with an anticipation.
Using large paws, she gently jumped up and pushed the door open before practically hopping outside. As soon as her paws touched grass, it was like a wave of relief had washed through her whole being. It had been so long since she'd been out, even longer since she had been out in her wolf form. She took a deep inhale before she turned and waited patiently for Nadya. It didn't take long for her friend to come striding out, the large black feline leaping up onto some rocks before heading right towards her. Scarlett leaned gently into her packmates greeting, lowering her head to gently brush against her friend in return. For a moment she hummed in thought, truthfully she had wanted to simply get out, she hadn't put in the thought of where they might head. With their house bordering a vast forest, it left them just about anywhere. All she knew was there was one place she was certain she didn't want to go: the spot where she had encountered the hunters. The land there would surely still hold the scars and memories. "Theres a nice creek not too far that way," she suggested, using her front paw to point in the general direction of the creek in question, though she was certain Nadya probably already knew what she was talking about. It would be a nice run to get to it, and it was also a popular spot for deer, if they decided on hunting once they got there.