do you feel okay?

The water was cold.
It seeped into her body, saturated her fur. The coldness was all around her; it seemed almost as if it were inside her, freezing up her muscles and hardening the blood inside her veins. It infected her completley, and she shivered there, sitting upon the rocky shoreline. Her long teeth chattered together noisily, and she clamped her mouth shut, angrily, but not quite dispersing the sound. Oh God, it was so cold. Her once luxuriously soft fur was matted and rather comically, it stuck out in all directions. She had the look of a freezing, wet pin cushion turned inside out. She didn't dare stir; she feared if she moved the soft wind she would create would freeze her even further. Her solemn green eyes gently closed, and she stared into the complete blackness of her lids, sighing. This is the life of a rogue- she just had to suck it up and take it.

you look pretty low

She did not move for the longest while, and when she did, it was slowly, so slow you had to stare to make sure it was really happening. Her shiverings had ceased now, only a cool breath of wind fingered through the hairs of her fur, making them stand on end. Her paws, however numb they were, walked unflinchingly on the jagged rocks, and the stones cut into the soft pads with ease. Why did she come here? Her normal haunts were usually the forest, where the tranquil greenery and musty scents calmed her. Since the Black Rose tribe had claimed that side of the island, she was stuck in the Facility or here. Step onto either one of the Tribe's lands and you're food for their offspring. It sickened her greatly, and a grimace twisted her face. All she wanted to do, all she ever wanted to do, was to kill those Tribes. Screw unity, loyality, or any of that bull.
Every hybrid for itself, eh?

pretty handsome akward